Nothing in Su Xueyi's eyes betrays any attraction towards Shen Yun. If anything, he sits up a little straighter and squares his shoulders, almost as if he's intimidated by him.
He's the one Su Xueyi wants to impress, the two middle-aged men are either distractions or smaller fish. Interesting.
"I'm glad you could join us Lao Shen," Su Xueyi says, pouring a glass of wine to Shen Yun. "Lao Wang, Lao Tong," he nods serving the two other man. First the one with the rheumy eyes, then the smoker with the yellowed teeth.
The older men hum and take a sip of their cups. Shen Yun downs his while staring at Han Yu.
His thin smirk rankles Xi Zirui.
"And who might you be?" he asks, smiling at Han Yu. To Xi Zirui he says, "Of course I know who Master Xi is, Master Su has talked about you extensively and shown us pictures of your wedding."
