Lu Ping was drinking alone in a sulk. By the time Ancient Wen Heng finally arrived, he had already finished off all the fine wine Ouyang Bing had sent over.
"Seriously," Lu Ping griped, "You might as well have waited until dinnertime." He felt terribly wronged. He'd been busy since the crack of dawn, only to end up drinking alone in a foul mood.
Ancient Wen Heng sat down across from him and offered a sincere apology. "I'm treating this afternoon. Order whatever you like."
"So you really do want me to wait for dinner!" Lu Ping sighed deeply. "Never mind. I'm too tired today.
Are you done with your business here? Let's head back then."
Ancient Wen Heng glanced at Mudou, who had come down to see them out. After giving him a nod, he walked over to help the slightly tipsy Lu Ping make his way outside.
"See? Stop ordering me around all the time," Guo Yurong said smugly to Ouyang Bing as she watched their retreating backs. "I just brought you more business, didn't I?"
