"Hey, what's up?"
"Come out and drink with me."
"Alright, where?"
"The bar at the Champs Elysees."
"Ok, I'll be there in half an hour."
With a decisive hang-up, the phone was casually tossed onto the passenger seat next to him, his gaze lifted to stare at a spot on the upstairs momentarily, then he drove away.
When Lin Mubai arrived at the bar in the 'Champs Elysees', he saw his good brother Xi Shaoqi already slightly drunk, and accompanying him was Han Xiayang.
Surrounding them were many women whose intentions were not in the drink, and some beautiful women trying to approach were all stared away by Xi Shaoqi's sharp eyes.
With doubt, he walked up, his indifferent eyes landing directly on the relatively sober person beside him: "Xia Yang, what's up with him?"
Shrugging, Han Xiayang indicated that he didn't know.
