Outside Tianyu Leisure Club, when Ling Chen drove up, Jiang Hao and Nanrong Hao were there, but Zhao Zhengxiong was nowhere to be seen. The two guys, Jiang Hao and Nanrong Hao, were sitting at a roadside stall, having ordered a table full of barbecue and oysters, along with several cases of beer, thoroughly enjoying themselves, their mouths greasy.
"Chen, come over, we saved a dozen just for you." Jiang Hao attentively handed a dozen oysters to Ling Chen, ambiguously saying, "Knowing you're usually quite busy, eat more to nourish yourself."
Ling Chen glared at Jiang Hao; with his build, he didn't need any nourishing. He opened a bottle of beer on his own, picked up a skewer, and said, "You guys enjoy this stuff; I'm not interested." He hadn't had dinner yet, and his stomach was empty. In no time, he polished off a few bottles of beer and cleared the table of barbecue.
Patting his round belly, Ling Chen asked contentedly, "So, what's going on with Liu Wei over there?"
