The person who called Lu Huai'an over was Gu Shaozhi, but he was the quietest in the room.
Elegantly spreading out the cards in front of him, the rich kid had already lost to the point of lamenting, "Oh, a self-draw! Mr. Gu is starting to get lucky."
Another man reluctantly chimed in, "Maybe Mr. Lu's luck was taken away by Lin Meiren."
Gu Shaozhi glanced at Lu Huai'an beside him, slowly shaking the glass in his hand. The dark red liquid clung to the glass wall with his motion, then slowly slid down.
He exuded a kind of rogue elegance, with a curve at the corner of his lips, "Not going to placate?"
Lu Huai'an ignored his sarcastic remark, flicked open the sleeve of his shirt with slender fingers, and checked the time.
His voice was calm, "I'll stay ten more minutes; I have something to do at home."
Gu Shaozhi laughed meaningfully a couple of times and didn't continue.
