A group of old friends witnessed a large-scale jealousy scene, feeling the air turned sour, and exchanged glances with meaningful looks—
"Old Lu is really scary when he's in love."
"Exactly, exactly!"
"Don't mess with Chu's woman."
After finishing a plate of fruit, Lu Shouyue stood up: "I'm going back to my room for a bit, you guys continue."
"Old Lu, are you playing horse racing later? Why return to your room? Don't prioritize romance over friendship! Yesterday we all stayed till midnight blowing candles with Old Wang, only you left early!"
Lu Shouyue raised an eyebrow: "There are many brothers, but only one wife."
"Scram!"
"Friendship over! Friendship over!"
"Pfft... I'm spitting blood! Quick, grab a basin to catch my blood."
Lu Shouyue ignored the playful crowd and leisurely walked out of the buffet restaurant.
As soon as he stepped outside, he ran like a whirlwind, afraid that if he delayed, Lin Wanwan might lock the door and travel through time.
