It was late at night at a bar.
Qi Shaoyuan received a call from Wei Xufeng shortly after leaving the villa. Wei Xufeng wanted to meet him for a drink.
He guessed that Wei Xufeng must have been dealt a devastating blow tonight.
Wei Xufeng gulped down glass after glass, looking dispirited and bummed out. "I really thought that I would meet Boss tonight. I spent days looking for the perfect gift…"
Qi Shaoyuan patted Wei Xufeng's shoulders to comfort him. "My condolences."
Wei Xufeng rolled his eyes and snapped at him, "Don't you feel disappointed at all? Or sad? You are a fake fan! You're not fit to idolize Boss!"
Qi Shaoyuan looked confounded. "What? I'm a fake fan?"
Wei Xufeng was the fake fan, yet he had turned around to accuse him instead.
"Aren't you a fake fan? What did you get for Boss? An imitation bag!" Wei Xufeng attacked him viciously.
