LUNCH WITH OLD FRIENDS (2)

"What is it, Guangxi?" Xue Minhe's worry grew. He placed one gentle hand on his younger brother's shoulder, nudging him to continue.

The air seemed thick and stale.

Xue Minhe, Teng Man Rui, Zhu Li Qiang, Mo Wenbin, and Hwang Meilin all held their breath. Tension rose to a whole new level. All eyes were glued to the young man.

'Is there another problem brewing?'

'What's the matter this time?'

'Is Guangxi okay?'

'How about Sola?'

'Whatever it is, is that the reason why they're late?'

They all each had their individual thoughts.

Kang Sola who's seated beside Xue Guangxi fought the urge to roll her eyes and maintained the placid, stoic face she's so used to wearing. 'He's enjoying himself too much, in my opinion. Tsk. Let him have his fill of the fun. This guy.'