C125 Plotting

It was a heavy, rainy night. After Wei Lang received Zhang Zihua's call, he rushed to the hotel that he had agreed upon.

They used to meet here.

However, this time, he came rather unwillingly.

"Stop drinking!" Wei Lang snatched the wine cup away and sighed helplessly. He finished all the wine in the cup in one go.

"Why not? My career, my life, is about to be destroyed, I..