Evening.
Hotel.
A warm breeze gently swept across the man's skin, while the cold beer quietly slid into his stomach; the combination was like ice and fire penetrating deep into his muscles, soothing his soul.
Liu Jinghui stood on the balcony, enjoying the warm breeze, Huang Qiangmin sat on the sofa in the room sipping beer, Zhong Renlong sat with his legs together, slightly nervous, while Jiang Yuan lay on the chair scrolling through his phone.
"That Ni Cha, after all, is quite on the ball."
Huang Qiangmin finished his fourth can of beer today, slightly tipsy, and commented.
Liu Jinghui coughed twice, "Let's not comment on people in front of Renlong."
