"What's up? Trying to control someone's personal freedom now?" Owen Lennon swirled his wine glass, crossing his legs with an air of ease.
Henry Sullivan gave him a sidelong glance, "I find it embarrassing."
"What's your problem? Ivy was dressed like that, and it's no big deal, okay.
Did you not see outside? Lots of girls are dressed like that."
"I can't manage others, I only manage my woman." Henry folded his arms, "Are you helping me or not?"
Owen nodded, "Alright, alright, with that long face of yours, I'll help. Helping's not enough?
Seriously though, how long do you plan to stay this time? If you're not in a hurry, let's get together.
It's been ages since all of us had drinks together.
Every time the three of us meet up, Roman Hughes won't stop complaining that you're not around.
Old Zhan might not say anything, but you can tell from his face, he's down without you here."
