[I'm coming to find you.]

Lu Yan read this sentence over twice.

He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt there was something suggestive about those words.

It was already past nine o'clock at night.

He had just pushed Brother Wei's motorcycle out of the shed and was about to head to the bar before he received Xiao Heng's reply.

Sun Qian was a nostalgic person. Worried that Lu Yan would have a hard time after leaving the bar, he often contacted him, asking if he and Li Zhen wanted to come back and sing. Even just the two of them would be fine, just to warm up the place.

Lu Yan didn't accept. What was the point of just the two of them going on stage.

But after refusing several times, he still couldn't dissuade Sun Qian. In the end, to show his gratitude for the sentiment and kindness, he agreed to go to the bar and have a good drink with Brother Qian.

Lu Yan had to keep one hand on the motorcycle, making it inconvenient to type, so he directly pressed the voice message button and said, "Brother Qian, something came up. Let's do it another day."

"You kid, you're always busy!" Sun Qian also sent a voice message, his voice boisterous as he cursed, "Your band has already disbanded, and you don't have a job now. What the hell are you so busy with... Are you in a relationship?"

"..."

Sun Qian continued, "When did you start dating? Who is it? How old are they this year?"

Lu Yan: "...No."

Sun Qian: "A job then? What do they do?"

"Stop right there," Lu Yan interrupted him. "What kind of nonsense are you thinking? It's endless."

After finishing with Sun Qian, Lu Yan switched the chat window back and sent a voice message to the young master: "Come directly to Phoenix Terrace. Do you know where that is?"

Xiao Heng walked out of the banquet hall. Outside was a wide road teeming with traffic. Headlights from all directions pierced through the night, instantly illuminating the street.

His phone was set to speaker mode.

The moment he played the voice message, Lu Yan's voice unexpectedly blared out from the phone.

Phoenix Terrace, of course he knew where that was.

'Phoenix Terrace' was a famous pleasure ground in Xiajing City.

The name alone was quite suggestive. Although it wasn't in the city center, it wasn't far, and that area was the legendary red-light district.

Xiao Heng looked at the cars coming and going on the road and replied: Such a rich nightlife?

Lu Yan's voice message came again quickly. It was windy on his end, and the sound was a bit scattered by the wind, but it was still full of vigor: "Fuck!"

Xiao Heng played the next voice message.

"Are you sick in the head!"

And the next one.

"Go to Phoenix Terrace and find 601!"

The last one.

"Hurry up and get over here, don't make me wait for you."

Lu Yan had spoken those words with great bravado, but over an hour later, Xiao Heng had already been waiting at the entrance of Phoenix Terrace for a while, while Lu Yan was still circling the main road on his motorcycle.

The red-light district was a sensitive area, and the route given by the GPS was unclear. This led to Lu Yan driving to the vicinity only to find several forks in the road, unsure of which way to turn.

There was no one on the road. Lu Yan slowed down and stopped at the fork. The Bluetooth earpiece in his left ear was broadcasting: "You have deviated from the correct route."

"Recalculating route."

It said "recalculating" for a long time, but then there was nothing else.

Lu Yan muttered to himself, "Well, go on and calculate then."

Earpiece: "Sorry, there is no suitable route for the current section."

"..."

Earpiece: "Dear VIP member, this navigation session has ended. We wish you a pleasant journey."

"...The hell?"

It even knew he was a premium member?

He paid money for a premium membership for this crappy GPS, and this is how it treats him?

Lu Yan took out his phone and turned off the GPS.

A message just happened to pop up in the notification bar.

[Xiao Heng]: Don't make me wait for you.

"..."

Lu Yan had discovered from their very first meeting that this young master, who looked too lazy to bother with anyone on the surface, actually remembered everything crystal clear.

The saying "seeking revenge for the smallest grievance" was probably talking about this type of person.

Lu Yan glanced again at the GPS he had just turned off and the forked road in front of him. In the end, he decided to bow to fate. He made a WeChat call to Xiao Heng. After two rings, the other side picked up. Lu Yan organized his thoughts and said, "I have a bit of a situation here."

"I'm currently at..."

Lu Yan trailed off mid-sentence.

Where was he?

There weren't any road signs either.

And so, Xiao Heng stood at the entrance of Phoenix Terrace, under an electronic sign that alternated between red and blue, bathed in the garish light, and heard Lu Yan say confidently from the other end, "I'm next to a pillar right now."

Xiao Heng: "..."

"Next to a pillar," Xiao Heng had been waiting for almost thirty minutes and had long run out of patience. He flicked the ash from the cigarette between his fingers and said, "Tsk, why don't you just say you're in the city?"

"You can understand it that way if you want."

Xiao Heng asked again, "Besides the pillar, what's around you? Don't tell me it's another pillar."

Lu Yan looked around, changed landmarks, and described, "There's a sign nearby, pointing north. It says speed limit fifty meters ahead..." The voice call was disconnected.

Xiao Heng had directly hung up the voice call.

...

Is, he, even, human?

Two seconds later.

[Xiao Heng is inviting you to a video call. Tap to accept or decline.]

Fine.

At least he's somewhat human.

Lu Yan accepted. In the center of the screen was Xiao Heng's extremely impatient face. The man's hair was a bit messy from the wind. He had thin lips and monolids, and his eyes were always half-closed as if he were perpetually sleepy. However, in this desperate situation, Lu Yan actually found the man's appearance somewhat friendly.

Xiao Heng: "Turn the camera around."

Lu Yan switched to the rear-facing camera.

Then Xiao Heng said again, "Turn left, go straight after you enter... Forget it, just take the key out of your motorcycle."

'What kind of move is taking the key out?'

Lu Yan: "And then?"

Xiao Heng: "And then wait there."

The call was disconnected again.

Night fell.

Lu Yan stopped the motorcycle, leaned against it, and smoked by the roadside. He had just finished half a cigarette when Xiao Heng appeared at the fork in the road.

Xiao Heng sized him up from head to toe, with that familiar mocking tone, "You have no sense of direction?"

Lu Yan had just taken a drag from his cigarette and really wanted to blow the smoke right in the man's face.

Xiao Heng's outfit today was an overly formal suit, like walking currency. His hair had also been specially styled, and he was even wearing cologne.