The crowd looked at each other and shook their heads. Someone said, "We're not in the same group as Xiao Heng and his people, so why would we bother keeping his phone number?"
Xiao Heng?
Mu Bai heard this name and reflexively looked at Ding Chen Tai beside him, only to see him drinking and chatting with a man on his other side, whether he didn't hear Xiao Heng's name or just didn't care was unclear.
Lin Jiahao asked again, "You really don't have Xiao Heng's phone number?"
The crowd rolled their eyes at him, and the man closest to him said loudly, "Kid, stop kidding around and hurry up with your penalty drinks, or you'll be paying the bill tonight."
Lin Jiahao, hearing about paying the bill, quickly followed the old rules and downed three glasses. "Brother Ding, my apologies for being late."
Ding Chen Tai smiled, "No worries, sit down."
Then he resumed chatting with the man beside him.
