Li Qingshen's face grew increasingly grim as he stood up from the mahjong table and walked to the window, dialing Ling Momo's number over and over. In the end, Ling Momo's phone switched to an automated customer service voice, "I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off."
Li Qingshen then hung up the phone with a dark look and walked back to the center of the room.
Anyone with eyes could tell that the birthday boy was in an extremely foul mood that evening, and the roomful of people glanced at each other, at a loss for words.
Silence filled the room until, after a while, Su Chen gently cleared his throat, breaking the strange atmosphere, "Well... let's just wait a little longer, I'm not hungry anyway."
"I'm on a diet recently, a diet!" Qin Sheng chimed in happily when he saw Su Chen speak.
