Li San furrowed his thick brows, squinted his eyes and took a drag of his cigarette, "Won't say, huh? You think I can't find out?!"
Li Qiao glanced at the huge screen in front of her and mercilessly shot him down, "You can't find out."
Li San: "..."
He scoffed, licking his cheek and watching Li Qiao's listless and defeated demeanor, he ground his teeth and said, "Is he that good? Good enough for you to set aside your pride and chase after him? You're really something!"
Indeed, tonight, in a moment of emotional turmoil, Li Qiao had told Li San about her chasing after a man.
Although she didn't name names, many signs were already there.
If it was the person he thought of, Li San felt the situation was serious.
Hearing his sarcasm, Li Qiao felt a bit more irritated.
She leaned over to grab a beer from the coffee table and drank half the can in one go, "If you won't talk, I'm hanging up."
