Turning to eight or nine o'clock at night, as the night deepened, Zhang Furen finished his work at the restaurant and walked towards his rented apartment. Not far behind, a car was following at a leisurely pace, with Ye Fan, Mengyao, and Qiu Wen inside.
Walking alongside Zhang Furen was another man, a colleague from the restaurant.
"Xiao Zhang, can I ask you something?" The colleague asked curiously, tilting his head.
"Brother Wu, go ahead," Zhang Furen replied confidently. This colleague, surnamed Wu, was older than Zhang Furen.
"The young guy who came looking for you at the restaurant during the day, he comes every three or four days. Who is he? You seem pretty close, right? His attire doesn't look like that of a kid from an ordinary family. Could it be that you're also a wealthy young master?" Brother Wu's curiosity grew.
