After having the driver, Xiaoli, take Wu Yun back to his company, Qi Fei headed to the location her father had sent.
While she was out shopping that afternoon, Qi Guo had already called twice, urging her to get to the gathering early.
At a private clubhouse in Rongcheng, Qi Guo was laughing and conversing with a slightly heavyset middle-aged man in his fifties, who was dressed in understated, mature clothing. Two beautiful attendants stood by the coffee table, periodically refilling their cups. The tea leaves were swapped out for a fresh batch so often they were barely steeped.
On a nearby sofa, a young man in his early twenties was lounging, boredly playing a mobile game. He would occasionally exit the game to reply to messages, a rakish smile playing on his lips.
Qi Guo and the man were old friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time, having only kept in touch by phone.
