Xu Qingyan coughed and found himself a spot on the large circular sofa.
Boom!
Outside the villa, the fierce wind howled, and the windows trembled slightly, a prelude to an approaching typhoon. He glanced at his mobile phone, the weather forecast indicated that the typhoon would pass the island at three in the afternoon.
Passing by and passing through were entirely different concepts; even a Level 8 typhoon could still cause devastating losses to the island's fishermen.
His thoughts returned, and only when he looked up did he realize that most of the guests had already arrived. Only Pei Muchan, Lin Wanzhou, and Shen Jinyue were still upstairs, and the staff had removed the glass coffee table from the living room.
Some other staff had brought up a big brazier that had been prepared earlier, and frankly, it was absurd. They had set up the brazier, but instead of roasting meat, they were boiling tea!
"Hello, hello! Is everyone here?"
"Sister Pei hasn't arrived yet."
