At the Palms Residence, the top-floor penthouse with a super-sized terrace.
Sicong, holding a glass of watermelon juice, said with satisfaction, "Ah, life is comfortable with Young Master Zhou."
"Indeed!" Several voices of agreement echoed as Qin Fen, Wen Xuan, and Brother Hu lounged on their deck chairs, each with a glass of juice in hand.
"You guys are really living the high life, aren't you? We agreed to meet for tea here, but you've drained my favorite watermelon juice. I'm the only one left with tea. Oh, how times have changed!" Thinking about how they had divided the only large watermelon as soon as they arrived, Zhou Chao's mood instantly soured.
"Young Master Zhou, you don't need to worry about these trivial matters," Sicong said as he took a few more sips, even making a slurping sound, further irritating Zhou Chao's nerves.
