Nanjing Restaurant, inside the opulent and spacious "Riding the Dragon" private dining room.
A well-dressed group of men and women were sitting on the sofas in the side hall, cracking jokes, boasting, and roughhousing.
"Young Master Li, who else are we waiting for? I'm practically starving to death!"
One of the young men, with slicked-back hair and decked out in a POLO shirt, couldn't help but complain, as it was already getting close to seven o'clock, and everyone was getting hungry.
"Why the rush, dumbass, aren't there fruit platters and snacks on the table? Munch on those in the meantime."
The youth addressed as Young Master Li snapped back at him, then picked up his phone and sent a voice message to the contact saved as "Yuan clown": "You mutt, it's already half-past six, where the hell are you?"
He was Li Yuhang, the organizer of tonight's gathering, and also a childhood friend of Shen Yuan's.
