It was Saturday, and as usual, it was very, very boring.
Gu Yan sprawled lazily on his king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling as the seconds ticked by. The silence in the room felt suffocating—so suffocating that Gu Yan felt like he was going to run mad if he stayed in the silence one minute more.
There were no meetings or fights today, as the activities in the underworld had been surprisingly peaceful after the last fight. He would have gone to watch his usual F1 car racing with Ning Yin, but that traitor had betrayed him and gone to Italy for a weekend vacation.
He was going to call that bastard anyway, or else he would just die of boredom. The phone rang twice before Ning Yin picked up, his voice filled with contentment and excitement.
"Gu Yan, how are you?" Ning Yin asked casually.
