Xu Qinglang was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette. In front of him was a glass of cold beer.
Zhou Ze walked over, picked up the beer, and finished it in one gulp.
"What's wrong?" Xu Qinglang knew that Zhou Ze usually did not drink.
"Just like how you bragged about having more than twenty houses in front of that Corky girl."
"…" Xu Qinglang.
After a period of silence, Xu Qinglang poured Zhou Ze another glass of wine. The two men sat quietly.
"Let me tell you something. I wanted to tell you yesterday, but I'm not in the mood."
"I'm not in the mood either."
"Isn't it just the ashes that were stolen? It's like the toenails that you cut off were collected by a pervert. What's there to be upset about?"
"Easy for you to say."
"I do envy you. I feel that if one day, I can drink wine while feeling sad about my ashes being stolen, I can laugh out loud under the blanket."
Xu Qinglang looked very serious.
Yeah.
