In the private room of Zhang Qian's own club, Xiao Xu leaned against the sofa, staring blankly at a bottle of '76 vintage red wine.
He had barely spoken a word since he entered.
Ever since the last time he had hit someone in the hospital, he had barely made any clinic visits and had languished for some days before being forcefully dragged out by Zhang Qian.
Wen Suihan had been as busy as always, and they had finished a bottle of wine before Wen Suihan finally pushed open the door to the private room from outside.
Wen Suihan carelessly tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa and sat down beside Zhang Qian.
Xiao Xu looked up and asked, "What about Xici? Wasn't it agreed that the two of you would come together?"
Wen Suihan loosened his tie and flipped a square crystal glass on the coffee table right-side-up, pouring himself half a glass of Western liquor and adding some ice cubes to it.
