Upper City, on a weekend night, the entire city was filled with a Paper Drunk atmosphere.
The door to the private room was pushed open, and the conversation inside came to an abrupt halt.
A figure stepped in quickly, apologizing verbally, "Sorry, I'm late."
"Brother Song, what have you been up to these days? I couldn't reach you." Ning Ze stood up and asked.
Song Cheng'an walked around the round table, found an empty seat, and replied, "I've been quite busy these days."
Apart from Ning Ze and Dong Le, there were two other men and a woman in the private room.
He looked at one of them and said, "Zhuang Yi, long time no see."
"Yes, it's been a while." Zhuang Yi smiled faintly and stood up to give him a hug.
He looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven, with a strong and rather handsome appearance.
Ning Ze continued, "Brother Zhuang rarely comes around, yet you arrived late today. You definitely have to drink tonight to make up for it."
