"I don't drink,"
Qin Nanyu declared with self-righteous indignation.
"Drinking to drown your sorrows is the most childish and stupid behavior."
He Feichen: "???"
So, what was the point of calling him out if he wasn't going to drink?
Qin Nanyu: "I can't drink, but you can drink for me."
He Feichen: "?????????"
Had his brother gone adrift, or could he just not handle the knife anymore?
He Feichen nearly lost it, almost smashing his glass on the ground, ready to cut ties on the spot!
Qin Nanyu hadn't reserved a private room but just sat at a booth outside. Plenty of people passed by, casting curious glances at the two exceptionally handsome guys sitting face to face, one expressionless while looking at his phone, the other with an iron-blue face as if he'd just been 'love'em and leave'em'.
Some busybodies even wanted to sneak a photo with their phones but were promptly stopped by the staff.
However, the staff did nothing to cool down He Feichen's anger.
