Later that evening, the boys gathered at the company before Fu Ming Shi drove them to the banquet.
Wu Lian Jie heaved another sigh for the umpteenth time as they alighted from the vehicle.
"You'd better stop that," Ding Chuan said. He slapped Wu Lian Jie's shoulder, making a loud smacking sound. A smile curled on his lips when Wu Lian Jie glared at him. "If you continue to sigh like that, you're going to turn into an old man sooner."
Before Wu Lian Jie could get back to him, Ding Chuan stepped aside and hid behind Ai Lun.
"You…" Wu Lian Jie rubbed the spot where Ding Chuan had hit him.
"Alright, you two." Ai Lun shook his head as he looked at the two grown men. "Why are you guys playing around? Be serious. Or else, Brother Fu might get angry."
