When he found the address that Zhou Zimo had given him, it was already past 11 p.m.
Zhou Zimo had booked a booth for himself. In a corner on the higher side, separated by a bamboo curtain.
From this seat, he could see the brilliant lights of the city below and the performances on the stage in the bar.
There was already an empty bottle on the table, and the other bottle was half-filled. The other two bottles had not been opened yet.
He had ordered all high-quality alcohol like whiskey.
"I'm here!"
When he saw Mu Yuchen lift the bamboo curtain, Zhou Zimo quickly took the empty glass beside him and poured some for him.
Mu Yuchen quietly sat down across him.
"Shouldn't you be at home with the elder right now?"
Elder Zhou's health has not been very good a while back, but he had recovered a little recently. It was because he was worried about Zhou Zimo.
