In Yan Fei's villa in Hong Kong, four young men and one young woman were lounging around the living room, looking listless and tired.
In the spot where the living room used to be empty, there was now a sound system that looked as big as a person, playing soothing saxophone music.
"Brother Xiao Zhi, when is the guy you mentioned arriving?" asked a young man with a cigarette in his mouth, looking utterly bored.
"He said he'd be here these couple of days. He didn't show up yesterday, so he must be arriving today," He Qingzhi assured.
"That's good," the guy with the cigarette remarked with a blank expression. "When he gets here, let me see this big shot. Is he really about the same age as us?"
"You've asked that question hundreds of times." Before He Qingzhi could reply, a bespectacled young man interjected. "Zhang Jian, are you jealous or something? You're staying in someone else's villa yet you have complaints?"
