Xu Bin didn't know what others were thinking.
He only knew that the moment he opened the door, he wanted to curse his head off!
But they were all respectable people, and doing so would be far too unseemly.
So he nonchalantly picked up the long robe from the back of his chair, calmly draped it over himself, and calmly tied the belt.
He didn't look the least bit awkward. That meant the awkward ones were the group of people at the door.
Some of them held beer, others carried takeout boxes of barbecue and other dishes. The group of seven or eight men and women stood at the door like a set of plum blossom poles.
Barrages of thoughts scrolled through their minds. Their eyes darted around, wishing they could suddenly develop recording-camera eyes, but no one dared to move or speak.
'Better let someone else do the offending!'
The scene was eerily silent.
Even after Xu Bin slowly finished putting on his robe, no one spoke up.
