The waiter led Lu Tianxing and Bai Zhiqing up to the third floor, arriving at the door of a rather luxurious private room.
"Sir, this is private room number twelve," the waiter said, standing at the door.
"Thanks."
Lu Tianxing nodded, took Bai Zhiqing by the hand, and pushed the door open, walking in. Between brothers, there weren't so many formalities, and being too polite could actually feel distant.
"Bang!"
Just as they entered, before Lu Tianxing could get a clear view of the room, multicolored streamers burst open in the air. Tie Niu and Fu Tu stood on either side of the door, each holding a celebratory tube used for birthdays.
Seeing this scene, the corner of Lu Tianxing's eye twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling. Tie Niu tended to be an open book, especially after drinking, when he became fearless and would say anything. Inviting him to meet Bai Zhiqing today might have been a mistake.
