He reached out for his phone and glanced at the time—it was already half past six in the evening.
He sent a message to Zhuang Shiyu, Yang Zhao, and the others, telling them to go ahead and grab a table at that private-cuisine restaurant, and he would join them shortly.
Putting his phone down, he tiptoed out of bed, got dressed, gently opened the curtains, and peeked outside.
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