"I didn't recognize Mount Tai before, Musheng, come, let me offer you a toast," he said.
In the late-night, clamorous hotpot restaurant, a few people took a private room and started to enjoy a meal of hotpot.
Even on a hot day, eating hotpot could be stifling, but that did nothing to dampen their appetites.
Fen Zehan raised a glass of wine as a gesture to Musheng.
Fen Zehan hadn't been much help with the events that just unfolded, but that didn't seem to embarrass him overly much. On the contrary, for standing up for Ma Nanji, a total stranger, earlier, Musheng felt an appreciation for him, though it was limited to that.
"Brother Han, in all fairness, I should be toasting you first. Thanks for what you did at the KTV," said Ma Nanji.
Ma Nanji was far from ungrateful, and so he lifted a glass of wine to toast Fen Zehan first.
Fen Zehan was modest: "Not at all, I didn't offer much help. You're Yi'ao's brother, and that makes you my brother too!"