Qian Huahua thought about it and couldn't help crying, so he drove to the bar alone. He wanted to numb himself with alcohol. Actually, Qian was considered a relatively good girl. It was her first time coming to such a place alone; she had been there once or twice before with colleagues from the company. To be honest, he didn't really like this kind of atmosphere, but today she walked into the bar alone.
After having three or four drinks, at this time, she was still quite conscious, but her actions were not listening to her brain's commands. She started to cry alone on the table, but she didn't make a scene or cause trouble in the bar. She just sat quietly in the corner by herself.
Next to the bar, there was a man drinking alone, holding a glass in one hand, taking a slow sip, glancing around, showing a careless demeanor. At this moment, his gaze noticed Qian Huahua in the corner.
