"Ye'er, cheers!"
Before Luo Ye could speak, Song Xiaoyang had already downed a glass and then filled up another one, raising the glass and downing it again, and then pouring more... Luo Ye hurriedly stopped her: "Sister Xiaoyang, if you keep this up, I'm going to call your family right now, believe it or not?"
"Don't..." Song Xiaoyang cried on the table "wuu wuu."
Luo Ye didn't try to console her, just passed tissues to her from time to time, let it out, cry, detox!
"Insensitive little thing, you won't even console me!" Song Xiaoyang finally stopped crying.
Luo Ye curled her lip: "The more I'd try to console you, the more wronged you'd feel, and the more fiercely you'd cry. I might even start crying myself. I don't want to do such a thankless job!"
"You're right, I feel much better after crying it out, I'm going to wash my face."
