In the lively private room.
The air was filled with a faint fragrance and the lingering aroma of food.
Glasses and cups remained on the table, reflecting soft halos under the light.
Zhang Huijuan stood up and said, "It's getting late, let's wrap it up here for now. Yajing and the others just arrived in Yan City today, they should rest well tonight."
"Yes, we should call it a night. Get some early sleep, and tomorrow we can go out together."
"Tonight's meal was really sumptuous, thank you, Huijuan."
...
Everyone laughed and chatted for a while.
Wu Wenhao walked over to Tang Song's side and whispered, "Mr. Tang, do you need me to arrange a car or a chauffeur for you?"
"No need, Qingqing can drive me back."
"Alright then, drive safely on the road."
Walking out of the restaurant's private room, they arrived at the elevator lobby.
Han Yajing seemed reluctant to leave, holding onto Tang Song's arm, talking non-stop about Xu Qing's childhood.
