Wu Hai turned to look at Ling Hong and said unhappily, "Hey, rich guy over there, why aren't you saying anything." Every time Wu Hai berated Ling Hong, he would call him rich guy.
Ling Hong rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't I said that I already had my Chinese New Year's Eve dinner and am only here to take a look?"
To be precise, Ling Hong's family would have their Chinese New Year's Eve dinner earlier. Since they were a big family, after the dinner, they would have a little gathering, chatting about everything.
As for Ling Hong, after the dinner, he felt somewhat empty. Therefore, he instinctively headed towards Yuan Zhou's restaurant.
"Only sages can talk about work during a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. A rich second generation like me who is good for nothing can't get used to that," Ling Hong concluded.
"Only dumb f*cks will talk about work during the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner." It was rare for Wu Hai to cuss.
