Lu Ping sat alone, drinking away his gloom. It wasn't until he had polished off all the fine wine Ouyang Bing had sent over that Gu Wenheng finally arrived.
"Honestly, you might as well have come a bit later and joined me for dinner." At this moment, Lu Ping felt incredibly wronged. He had been busy since the crack of dawn, only to be rewarded with a depressing solo drinking session.
Gu Wenheng sat across from him and offered a sincere apology. "I'm treating this afternoon. Order whatever you'd like."
"So you really are making me wait for dinner!" Lu Ping took a deep breath. "Forget it, forget it. I don't have the energy for that today.
"You're done with your business here too, right? Then let's head back."
Gu Wenheng glanced at Mudou, who had come down to see them out, and gave him a nod. He then walked over to support the slightly tipsy Lu Ping as they slowly made their way outside.
