Zhao Tian revealed a bitter smile, "Mo, I can't tell you those things.
Even if I told you, you wouldn't let me do it."
"Why are you determined to do those things?"
Mo Lin didn't know exactly what things, but he was sure it wasn't anything good.
Or rather, some dirty things.
This was Mo Lin's own judgment.
"Some things need someone to do them." Zhao Tian said again, "Alright, Mo, let's not talk about these sad topics anymore.
Let's go inside and eat."
With that said, Zhao Tian led Mo Lin into a very ordinary house.
Inside, there were some dishes prepared, along with wine.
The two drank wine as they ate.
Mo Lin didn't pressure Zhao Tian to drink.
Zhao Tian took a bottle of white wine and finished it directly.
That wasn't enough, so he drank another bottle of white wine.
Mo Lin couldn't drink as much as Zhao Tian; he only drank a few bottles of beer.
Zhao Tian got drunk and leaned on Mo Lin, talking about trivial things.
