Wen Suihan parked the car and was led into the club by the attendant.
Wen Suihan arrived before both of them, sitting on the sofa in the private room. He took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and looked down to send another WeChat message to Jiang Yi.
"Sleep yet?"
Jiang Yi did not respond to him immediately.
It was about five minutes later that Jiang Yi finally replied with a simple: "No."
Wen Suihan stared at the message for a long time. The usually talkative Jiang Yi was unusually quiet today.
He didn't know if he was overthinking it.
Thinking about the sticky post on the Zhengda forum, for the first time in his life, he felt a sense of crisis.
Someone pushed open the door of the private room from the outside—it was Zhang Qian.
Zhang Qian must have just come from a social engagement; he still reeked of alcohol.
"Are you here?"
Zhang Qian greeted him and then sat down next to Wen Suihan.
