After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yu looked towards Zhao Jianfeng and his two companions.
"Apologies, Elder Zhao, Director Zhang, I've got an urgent matter. I'm afraid I won't be able to continue with the drinks today."
Zhao Jianfeng, Zhao Heng, and Zhang Guoqiang were all taken aback and then started to persuade Zhou Yu to stay.
"If it's not that important, I can send someone to handle it for you."
Zhou Yu shook his head in refusal.
"Elder Zhao, Mr. Zhao, Director Zhang, I appreciate your kindness, but I have to deal with this myself."
"No worries, we have plenty of time in the future to drink."
Seeing how insistent Zhou Yu was, Zhao Jianfeng no longer tried to persuade him.
"All right then."
"Another day, we must sit down and have a proper drink."
"No problem."
...
The suburban clubhouse.
Inside a private room.
At this moment, Lin Luoluo, under the strong insistence of Liu Mingyuan, had already drunk three glasses of red wine. She felt her head spinning a bit.