Murong Liuqing still wanted to say something, but Zhang Zhenlin and Sun Wei were busy urging Ling Zhenfei to drink, so Murong Liuqing didn't manage to say anything.
By the time they arrived, it was already afternoon, and since it wasn't mealtime, there weren't many people in the restaurant. Even the busiest restaurants have their quiet times.
The three of them thoroughly enjoyed their drinking, but Murong Liuqing, who wasn't drinking, found it rather dull, and after eating something, he wandered around upstairs.
Ling Zhenfei and Sun Wei were naturally like-minded; they used to hold back a bit on Wuliang Mountain, but now, being on Ling Zhenfei's own turf, there was nothing to hold them back.
This place being a restaurant, they could have whatever they wanted to eat or drink, which was extremely convenient.
At this time, Murong Liuqing, who had been gazing at the scenery all this while, came rushing back and sat back in his seat.
