"Nothing, it's just that I haven't seen President Su in a few days. I missed him," said Zhao Qingya, her voice light and soft.
No one knew if her voice was put on or natural, but it was the same one she used on television to attract many male fans.
"It looks like Young Master Su will have some luck tonight."
People chuckled, but Su Yu's face did not betray any emotion.
After playing a few rounds, Wei Liao suggested, "How about we go to a bar and have some drinks? It's too early to call it a night and we've got nothing else planned."
Su Yu glanced at his watch; it was half-past ten. He nodded. "Go ahead and pick a place."
Immediately, Wei Liao made a call to reserve a spot, and then the group set off.
Su Yu was accompanied by about a dozen acquaintances who were not especially close to him, but they all moved in the same social circles.
Typically, these young masters felt honored just to be seen with Su Yu.
