Half an hour later, Mr. Shen finally returned.
Who knows how he explained things to his boss at home, but in any case, the dark cloud that had been looming over his face was now completely gone.
Sang Youming was at the grill flipping barbecue skewers when Mr. Shen walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a meaningful tone, "Old Sang, I barely managed to earn forgiveness from my boss at home. Next time, don't drag me down with you again."
As he spoke, he leaned directly toward Sang Youming's ear and whispered, "There are too many eyes on us during the show. How about this—we'll meet up for drinks after the show wraps up."
"Give it a rest!" Sang Youming pushed Mr. Shen away and stuffed a piece of grilled meat into his mouth. "You may not fear the taser, but I do, so don't get me into trouble."
Mr. Shen looked bewildered. Wasn't it Sang Youming who suggested drinking yesterday? He'd barely been gone a moment, and now this guy was acting all noble and righteous?
