Chapter 41: Resuming Old Trades

"We've had just about enough to drink today, Yu Le, why don't you say a few words," Liu Yibo suggested wrapping things up.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard the screech of a car braking hard behind him, its bumper coming to a halt mere inches from Niu Ben's lower back.
Those favored by the heavens were always arrogant; even when those aristocratic youths showed her favor, there was always a sense of lofty condescension. When had she ever witnessed such a low, submissive posture of entreaty?
In the corridor, aside from the faint sound of the car's engine running, there was only the sound of breathing. As for the other side of the glass wall, all sound had long since been absorbed, completely unable to reach Guan Ming's side.