Ming Ansheng had already felt uncomfortable looking at the photo printed on the cups. When the waiter mentioned the word 'couple cups' again, he became upset.
He rose, picked up his coat, and parted the curtains.
He felt a little tipsy earlier on, and when he stood up, everything went pitch-black for a second that he almost fell.
Fortunately, he managed to gain a firm footing.
Su Yue could tell that Ming Ansheng was drunk. She stared at the towering figure as he stumbled forward. She then shook her head helplessly.
She glanced at the pink box on the table which contained the cups. The paper bag was really exquisite, too.
She exhaled and picked up the paper bag before leaving.
Ming Ansheng had already exited the restaurant, and he leaned against the pillar.
There was a cigarette in his hand and he hung his head low, puffing away.
Su Yue strode to him and said, "Uncle Ming, I'm going home."
