That evening, Mr. Sang's tea house was bustling with life.
From the Changrui Escort Agency came Lu Shilai and Lu Gui, along with Pu Kui who brought his own daughter, and the Qiu-ran man with a beard bandaged and smelling of medicine, Xing Dao Si.
Qu Feiyan, Zhao Rong, Mr. Sang, Wen Tai, and Bao Budian, it was rare for them to gather together for a meal.
After learning the real reason Wen Tai had stayed working as a server in the tea house, people like Lu Shilai found it amusing, yet also admirable and a bit sympathetic.
Win against Zhao Rong then return home?
You might as well settle down in Hengyang.
"Back at the escort agency, it was a stand-off with swords drawn. I never imagined we'd have the chance to sit together and drink," remarked Lu Shilai as he looked at Wen Tai, finding it interesting.
Pu Kui took the chicken leg passed by Qu Feiyan and let his young daughter with braids in her hair hold it in her hand. The rugged man suddenly muttered a word: "Fate."
