The rush hour after work was a bit of a traffic jam, and by the time Shen Yuan was stuck on the road in the Benz G-Class, Old Lih and his wife had already arrived early at the private dining room of Nanjing Restaurant.
Lih Shenghua sat on the sofa in the side hall, puffing away sullenly on his cigarette, his face expressionless and silent.
Loo Zhen complained, "We finally get to go out and have fun for a few days, and all you do is frown. Weren't you fine earlier? Is it the hotel at over 2000 a night that's uncomfortable, or does the business car seat make your back ache?"
Lih Shenghua didn't turn around, flicked off some ash, and said, "You don't understand."
"Right, I don't understand, only you do."
