After the old man spoke, everyone headed towards the restaurant.
After a short while, uncle Zhong brought the servants to serve the exquisite dishes.
Shi Mo laughed, “After eating so many dishes, the chefs from ah region are the best.”
Shi beiyu chuckled, “Since you like it, come often.”
Shi Mo nodded and said, “Of course.”
In the past, when everyone sat together, they would talk and laugh heartily.
But tonight, the atmosphere had always been a little strange.
It was as if they were wearing a mask, and their words were devoid of any emotion.
There was no longer the warmth and joy of the past.
Old Master Shi looked at the empty seat and cutlery, and asked doubtfully, “Is there anyone who hasn’t arrived yet?”
Leng Jiuchen nodded. “Yes, but they should be arriving soon.”
Old Master Shi was surprised and was about to ask who it was when Leng Jiuchen suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of the door. “They’re here.”
