"I know you're back, a lot of people do..."
Kuang Xin suddenly hooked his lips into a sly smile, looking at John.
"Oulos knows too, she's curious how you survived. By rights, even if you crawled back to Eden City, you'd be nothing but skin and bones."
Kuang Xin showed a puzzled expression.
John was about to answer when he shook his head with a laugh, patted John's leg, and began to pour drinks for the three present.
The luxury stretch limo had seats facing each other, front and back.
There was a champagne table in the middle; press a button and glasses would rise, with options for whiskey glasses and whether to add ice.
"You fight, you know each other."
Kuang Xin kept the atmosphere lively throughout, proactively toasting as if celebrating something.
Old Chen clinked glasses with John with his intact arm, downed his drink first, and then sincerely apologized.
