Long Yan walked toward the table where Chu Lu was sitting. Despite the noise, Chu Lu's bragging voice was still prominent.
"Hey, Long Yan's here, come sit!"
Chu Lu saw Long Yan's figure and hurriedly pulled out the seat next to him, but Zhu Ying discreetly pinched him and glanced at Chu Meng across the table, who was glaring at Chu Lu through gritted teeth.
"It seems a bit crowded here. How about you sit next to Chu Meng, Long Yan?"
Chu Lu scratched the back of his head and came up with a very lame excuse, but the moment he spoke, Chu Meng was speechless.
Long Yan naturally understood their little tricks but didn't mind. He just smiled and said it was fine, then pulled out the seat to the left of Chu Meng and sat down.
He glanced briefly at the others' states beside him; their clothes were still dusty, likely having come straight here after completing a mission, drinking the whole time until now.
