"Brother Cheng, are we still not calling it a night?" Huang Mao yawned as he spoke.
"Brother Cheng, you're not planning to hang out until dawn again, are you? The Old Buddha has decreed that I must be home by midnight today," another crew-cut guy said listlessly.
Jiang Cheng tossed the cue stick onto the table with irritation: "Let's disperse, let's disperse."
As a few of them reached the door, the one who looked the most normal among the four patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder and said, "There's a race in two days, don't forget."
Jiang Cheng wiped his face with a sharp furrow in his brow: "I won't forget." Then he rode off on his motorcycle.
When he arrived back at the Jiang Family's villa, it was dimly lit. He lowered his eyelids and curled his lips, but paused when he passed the living room because there were two plates of freshly made cold noodles on the dining table.
