"Cough." Lu Zuo took two steps back and coughed lightly, "Sorry, I'm late."
Everyone turned their heads and finally noticed him.
"You're finally here." Lin Xilin quickly stood up, walked forward, and took his arm, revealing a sweet smile. "We started opening presents while waiting for you."
Zhou Mingchen stood up and shook hands with Lu Zuo, "Thank you for coming to my birthday dinner."
"Of course."
Whether it was an illusion or a psychological effect, he felt the hand holding his was a few degrees tighter than usual.
"Now that you're here, please take a seat so the waiter can serve the dishes," Lin Zhi said, without standing up, simply turning his head.
With Lu Zuo's arrival, the atmosphere in the private room not only failed to relax but became even more peculiar.
