In Dong Lai Shun Restaurant's private room—
Other than Yogurt, 1810 and the rest of his team were all there, sitting at the table together. However, worry and exhaustion filled everyone's faces, with 1810 having bloodshot eyes as well.
Dishes of all manner were served on the table. Whether it was mutton, fish balls, shrimp, or beef tripe, none, however, could arouse the appetites of those present. 1810 had been staring at the copper pot in the center as if waiting for a flower to bloom.
On the other hand, Black Swan was distraught as well. She subconsciously took out the cigarettes from her pocket. Just when she took out a lighter and wanted to light the cigarette. 1810 stretched out his hand and snatched it before pinching the cigarette with his thumb and index finger and then returning it to Black Swan.
The latter rolled her eyes, took back the crushed stick, and threw it into the trash can.
"It's seven. Is he even coming?"
