In the splendid hall at Murong Chong's home, Murong Fu's parents and grandfather were seated around a table, which was piled high with delicacies. Fine wine filled glasses trimmed with golden threads, their aroma wafting through the air.
The three elders of the Murong Family wore puzzled smiles on their faces, exchanging glances that filled the spacious room with a cheerful atmosphere.
"What's going on? You can't get in touch with Murong Fu?" Murong Fu's mother furrowed her beautiful brows with a hint of worry, "I made several calls just now and no one answered. I wonder if it's because he can't hear it or if something unexpected happened?"
Murong's grandfather shook his head, his lips curved in a mocking smile, "That boy, when he's not living in a drunken stupor with his bad crowd, he's out there fooling around with women..."
