Chi Ying interrupted, grandly waving her hand, "Why be so elegant? Get us two dozen beers, a bottle of rum, and a few bottles of champagne, the most expensive ones. After all, Mr. Shen is rich. Tonight, we drink till we drop!"
"…" Shen Yifei blinked, his black-rimmed glasses reflecting surprise.
When had he ever said he was rich?
The waiter looked at Shen Yifei, questioning.
"Do as she said, but just bring a dozen beers, it's too much for a girl to drink." Shen Yifei automatically halved the order.
It wasn't that he was stingy; he simply couldn't bear to watch her drown her sorrows.
Just a while ago, it was spring, the season of mating.
And just like that, it was winter now, the season of heartbreak.
Dammit, this weather changes faster than flipping a book.
Chi Ying didn't object, she had no concept of it; she was just using something to ease her pain and distract herself.
Without a doubt, alcohol was a good thing.
