A slightly short and thin old man, yet his presence was overwhelmingly strong, compelling everyone to stand up. “It’s too late tonight,” he smiled at everyone, nodding, “Please, everyone, take a seat.” Liu Yi seemed like a different person; her previous arrogance vanished without a trace, now displaying the demeanor of a well-bred young lady, both flattered and composed. She stood up and gently supported Zhang Rong, “Uncle Zhang, take it slow.”
Ji Shan watched coldly from the side, couldn’t help but marvel, thinking to himself, “Tang Tang, you are really far behind compared to this Miss Liu! Look how naturally she changes her expressions; just a moment ago she was calling ‘Godfather’ this and that, now she’s calling him ‘Uncle Zhang’.”
Zhang Rong gave a very amiable smile and said, “Yi Yi, I’m in good health. If you don’t believe me, let’s go out for a run. None of these young people at the table could beat me!” Liu Yi’s face lit up with admiration and relief.
Zhang Rong whispered to a ghostly silent young man standing behind him, “Why isn’t A-Zun here?” The man simply lifted his eyes expressionlessly, “Isn’t that him?” Zhang Rong turned around and indeed saw Fang Junjie and a young girl approaching. He couldn’t help but laugh, “A-Zun, why so late?”
Fang Junjie smiled, “I just took a call. I was about to leave, but when I heard you were here, I wouldn’t dare leave.” Zhang Rong laughed heartily, “Is there anything Master Junjie wouldn’t dare to do?”
Fang Junjie, without a word, took Fu Xiaotang’s hand and presented her, “Brother Ten, look who this is.” Zhang Rong had already noticed the extraordinary beauty of Fang Junjie’s companion, and upon closer inspection, he seemed to freeze, his eyes bright as stars, her face like that of a white king. “How can two people look so alike?” he murmured in a dream-like state, “Fang’er…”
