Qiao Jingchen watched as Zhuang Yuezhou interacted passionately with another man, and immediately felt a huge block in his heart.
Turns out he could be so enthusiastic to everyone except him—
Qiao Jingchen was smoldering with anger and walked over.
In a flash, he was beside Zhuang Yuezhou, bringing a gust of wind with him, leaning against the bar on the other side of Zhuang Yuezhou, and said to the bartender, "Give me a drink."
"Alright, sir." The bartender glanced at Qiao Jingchen's delicate skin, found him quite good-looking, and asked attentively, "Sir, alone?"
Qiao Jingchen didn't say much.
And Zhuang Yuezhou had already noticed him the moment Qiao Jingchen entered, watching him approach angrily, even opting to drink.
This brat, causing trouble and wanting to drink excessively, had he had enough of life already?
Qiao Jingchen ignored the bartender, took out his wallet, and slapped a few large bills on the counter, "Another drink."
