"As for space, we can always squeeze in a bit," Wang Xu, who wore a silver stud in his left ear, remarked half-jokingly.
The oval-faced girl glanced at Wang Xu. "Then you go call him."
"Why should I go? Why don't you?" Wang Xu leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and rolled his eyes.
"Whoever suggested it should be the one to do it."
The oval-faced girl scoffed, glancing at the young man with a trimmed beard.
The short-bearded man's eyes twinkled. Just as he was about to speak, a burly man with a buzz cut chimed in, "Alright, he only got in because he paid. He wasn't recommended by a Direct Disciple. As for strength... his file says he's just average. It doesn't matter whether we include such a filler character or not; he won't significantly affect our plans."
"Yeah, no need for us to spoil the mood over such a trivial matter. Drink tea, drink tea," someone else chimed in.