Yu Qiao was setting down his third beer. Who knows how long he had been staying in that bar, drinking?
After a stop at the hospital, he decided he needed to seek the help of a bottle to calm his nerves after meeting with Mo Lihua. He had picked a dive bar on the other side of town where his face wasn't as known.
This way, he could avoid any comments and questions but also getting in fights as the news would soon be out that his father was a con-artist.
'Marry me.' That phrase was still ringing inside his head. Because of that phrase, he ends up drinking more than he wanted.
He had said to himself he would only have one beer, but one became two, and by three, Yu Qiao was starting to lose track of why he had said he would only have one.
Yu Qiao feels like he was probably starting to become his father, an alcoholic.
But what can he do? Alcohol is the only thing that seems to numb him from any feeling, like guilt or pride.
