It wasn't the first time that Lu Qingfeng's brothers would meet without him. The five men decided to ditch poker in favor of playing chess tonight. Yan Xiuchen was in the middle of his game with Li Xiran when Song Yiran arrived.
"How come whenever Lu Qingfeng isn't here, you always come late, Yiran?" Zhu Baichuan asked as he shot Song Yiran an amused look. He was seated across from Ning Xuan, who was his opponent for a chess game.
Next to them, another table was set where Yan Xiuchen and Li Xiran were both engulfed with the game they were having. Neither of them stopped to greet Song Yiran and focused on their next move.
Song Yiran grunted and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat and lit one. He pulled a vacant seat and sat next to Ning Xuan and Zhu Baichuan's table. He wasn't in the mood to participate in any game tonight anyway.
"Was in a meeting that I couldn't easily leave." He replied with an annoyed tone.
