Suddenly, a cellphone ringtone broke the silence.
Yan Nansheng glanced at his phone and slid to answer, "Hello."
"Asheng, where are you? Did you really scoot off?" On the other end was Han Zhen's voice, with chatter and music faintly audible in the background.
Yan Nansheng narrowed his eyes and replied, "I'll be right back."
"Hurry up, there's still over an hour left before midnight, we can still do something thrilling." After that, Han Zhen hung up the phone.
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Returning to the bar's private room, it was just eleven o'clock at night.
"Come on, come on." Han Zhen pulled him in, "The game we were playing isn't over yet, look how scared you got. Was that necessary?"
"Azhen, you're speaking nonsense. How could there be anything that scares our Big Young Master Yan?"
"Exactly, Asheng is famous for being a player." The one speaking was Shangguan Ya, who was half a year younger than Feng Chen'an, a simple and straightforward guy, just that he hadn't been around before...
