The private dining restaurant Zheng Dongliang and his friends booked is called 'Banping Mountain Residence'. The decor is very tranquil with wooden tables and chairs, lantern-shaped lights and wooden windows, creating a great atmosphere.
As they sat down at a round table, Wang Longhu glanced at everyone present and couldn't help but ask Zheng Dongliang, "How is your friend who got a concussion from the fall? Is it still serious?"
"Not much of a problem after getting stitches. The doctor suggested he stay in the hospital for observation for a few days. Otherwise, he would have joined us for dinner tonight." Zheng Dongliang shook his head helplessly. "Zhou Juanjie really brought this on himself this time. Goodness, what treasure did he want to find out of the blue? If it weren't for you, he might have lost his life."
"Treasure? What treasure?" Wang Longhu asked with a curious expression.
