"Who else?" Zhao Yunlan has been circulating at the party, casually taking note of the newcomers, the frazzled hosts, the few attendees who are being subtly invited away-- and Shen Wei, who's apparently deep in conversation with a very drunk young woman.

Drunk, good-looking young woman, Yunlan notes, favoring her with a toothy grin, and drops a casual hand on Shen Wei's shoulder.

"Shen Wei, it's good to see you making friends! Or do you two already know each other?" He leaves his hand where it is, unsubtly possessive, and adds to the woman, "Zhao Yunlan. It's a pleasure to meet you."