Tang Qing shook his head and said, "Not yet."
As they were speaking, many guests arrived, some of whom were acquainted with Tang Qing. Tang Qing excused himself to Old Meng and hurried over to greet them.
Old Meng sat on the sofa, his hands propped on his cane, staring hopefully at the door.
Tang Qing had reserved the second floor of the restaurant, so everyone coming upstairs were guests there to celebrate Old Tang's birthday.
There were also a few people that Old Meng recognized.
After all, he used to socialize with the same group as Old Tang. Plus, their circle wasn't that big to begin with.
"Isn't that Old Meng? Hey, Old Meng, why are you sitting here all alone?"
About four or five people walked over to Old Meng.
"Brother Gan, you're well aware, aren't you? Old Meng seriously offended his grandson and his wife; now they won't even come home, so isn't he left all alone?" A man in a traditional Chinese jacket laughed heartily, winking at the others.
