Yan Qing walked into the tea house, searching for the private room reserved by the group of playboys. As he lazily stepped through the door, he was suddenly startled by the intense looks everyone was giving him, like a pack of dogs discovering a meat bun, scaring him to the point he almost turned to leave.
One quick-eyed playboy grabbed him, "Brother Yan, we've missed you so much."
All the playboys surrounded him, bombarding him with questions they were most concerned about, "Brother Yan, are you not going to be a playboy anymore?"
"Brother Yan, are you going to abandon us like Brother Cheng?"
"Brother Yan, are you not going to hang out with us anymore? What are we supposed to do?"
"Brother Yan, are you really going to straighten up?"
"Brother Yan..."
...
For a moment, Yan Qing regretted coming here, seriously doubting if these people had lost their minds during his long absence from the estate.
He said nothing, letting their questions hit him one by one.
