Lu Yinan had the answer when he saw his expression.
He sighed heavily. "You've indeed quarreled with her."
Once Yan Rusheng had made up his mind, no one among his circle of friends are to stop him.
So, the only thing Lu Yinan could do was to watch him helplessly.
Yan Rusheng began stacking the empty glasses like a pyramid—velvety remnant of the liquor was still visible in the transparent glasses.
They shimmered and flickered under the light.
It felt like a dream!
Just like how the time they had spent together these months…
At the thought of it, an icy gleam streaked across his eyes, while his finger—which was then tapping the table lightly—lunged forward and flicked the glass sitting on the middle of the pyramid with brute force.
The pyramid of glasses came crashing down with a deafening smash, some were shattered, some just rolled away.
