Yan Rusheng turned his head towards the door, and his expression darkened.
Jiang Zhuoheng wore an ash-gray shirt with a tie. His smile had a hint of exhaustion, and it looked like he'd had a long day at work.
A few people swarmed around him the minute he stepped in, similar to how they had flocked around Yan Rusheng earlier on.
"You're even later than Third Yan! We just punished him with three glasses, so you know what to do!"
In this group of friends, not everyone was as busy as Yan Rusheng and Jiang Zhuoheng. Most of them were wealthy bums leading lavish and carefree lifestyles.
Some of them were the second generations of wealthy families whose ancestors had battled in wars and fought valiantly.
Jiang Zhuoheng looked at the guys surrounding him, and he smiled in resignation. "I can't decide, so you guys do it for me."
"For the sake of fairness, double it," someone quipped.
