The phone rang several times before Fu Minghan's voice, tinged with the cool of the night, came through, "Hello."
"Heard you're in Country C, where at? Come out for a few drinks."
Mu Shaochen's lips curled with a cold sharpness.
On the ground, the street lamp cast his long shadow.
"You're in Country C?"
Fu Minghan's voice carried a touch of surprise and a faint mocking tone.
Mu Shaochen chuckled softly, "Yeah, I came to see if you've made any gains."
"Of course, there are gains."
Fu Minghan's voice fell.
After a two-second pause, he said, "If you want to drink, come to the Venice Hotel."
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Half an hour later.
Mu Shaochen knocked on Fu Minghan's room door.
His eyes swept over Fu Minghan's bathrobe and he lazily raised an eyebrow, "Didn't think you'd travel abroad just to find women. And there's even a scent of perfume in here."
Fu Minghan shot him a look.
Then turned and walked to sit in front of the sofa.
