He changed his clothes, opened the door, turned around, and went downstairs.
"Sir, Xiaowu and the others went to the horse ranch."
He didn't make a sound and was just about to head to the backyard when he heard a car approaching from the front—it must have been Qi Zeyan...
Sure enough, a few minutes later, he saw him enter the door.
Still dressed in a sharp suit, with a parted slick hairstyle and shiny leather shoes, "Huo old man, you have to say I'm a good friend, right? You invited me for a meal, and I came without hesitation."
Qi Zeyan had his ulterior motives as well; he didn't want to go home.
"You didn't sleep well last night."
"Last night..."
"Your eyes are filled with red veins, and your gaze is dull. You were quite irritable this morning."
"..."
