Han Chengchi, still with the same calm demeanor, drew a tile by himself, then curled his lips and said, "I win."
He pushed the tiles forward and collected money from the other players with a calm expression.
Later, while reshuffling the tiles, Han Chengchi's phone rang. He took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and answered it: "Hello... mm... playing mahjong, I'll head home later... okay... February fourteenth works, Valentine's Day is perfect for a wedding... mm, I'll call you back later... goodbye."
After hanging up, Han Chengchi threw the dice. Sitting across from him was a curious young woman who asked, "Han Chengchi, who's getting married on February fourteenth? It's not you, is it?"
Han Chengchi lifted his eyelids, glanced at the girl opposite him, nodded, and said, "Yes, I'll send out the invitations soon. I hope everyone can join and celebrate."
