I had no confidence whatsoever.
Muniang did not make it difficult for him, and simply laughed without saying much more.
The servant led them around the Nine-Turn Corridor to a lakeside, where, in a small pavilion at the center of the lake, a certain prodigal son was comfortably napping in a lounge chair.
The servant hurried over and whispered in his ear, "Sir, the guests have arrived."
Wu Haoli opened his bleary eyes and lethargically sat up, "Let them in," he said.
There was a stone table in the pavilion along with several stone stools. Muniang and Eryang directly took seats on the stone stools. Wu Haoli sized up Muniang with a glance before saying, "You mentioned you'd bring your tools today."
Eryang then pulled out a deck of playing cards from his sleeve and, mimicking the way Wu Haoli played dice the day before, slapped the cards down hard on the table.
Muniang, holding back a laugh, tugged at Eryang's sleeve and whispered, "Don't make a scene!"
