"Hmm, I have a curfew."
Yu Chiyin put on his coat, his slender fingers pinching two buttons and fastening them methodically.
Every move he made was pleasing to the eye, exuding an effortless elegance.
"What do you have... What the heck?" Fan Ju dug at his ear, fearing he had misheard.
Looking down from his height, Yu Chiyin glanced at him with a disdainful look: "Your ears aren't deaf."
"No, but your wife isn't even by your side now, and you're still so whipped?"
At a loss for words, Fan Ju placed his glass on the table with a clang, saying, "Come over here, sit down, have a couple of drinks before you go back."
"It's not even eight yet, and you'll just be alone in an empty room if you go back now. It's not like you're like Third Brother who can cuddle with his wife. It's pointless to go back now; better stay for a couple of drinks."
Yu Chiyin said, "My curfew is at eight, Axuan wants to video call me, and if she sees me drinking with you at the bar, she'll worry."
