The stars were glittering in the night sky.
In one of the low-cost apartments in A City, A group of men was scattered in the living room. Some were sitting on the sofa, some were on the floor and then, another was sleeping on the portable mattress.
There were empty food containers and canned drinks and bottles were scattered on the coffee table and the sounds of chatting were heard in the room.
Mike Qian sat at the corner of the room with his friend, George Bei beside him. At this time, his phone on the coffee table buzzed. Mike glanced at the screen, stood up, and walked over to the door.
"Where are you going?" George asked, surprised to see that his friend had suddenly wanted to leave without saying anything.
Mike shook the phone in his hand. "I have an important call to make."
George glanced at the clock and frowned. "It's almost midnight."
