The ride back was very silent, with Fan Xui wallowing in his own embarrassment and Qian gloating that he has a blackmail material on his friend.
Fan Xui silently lifted his head. He glanced at the unfamiliar road ways. "Where are you going?"
"To my house, of course."
"Why is that? This is my car, and you are the guest here. Take a cab," Fan coldly glanced at him.
"My darling friend, we just shared an intimidate secret. We have to finish this off with some quality wine," he mumbled with a wide smirk.
Fan Xui rolled his eyes. "You just want to know more, don't you?"
"Yes, I plan to make you drunk off your ass and get all the secrets out of you," Qian giggled.
Fan Xui sighed loudly. "I can't believe I'm friends wit you,"
"Dude, I'm your only friend,"
"Details details," Fan Xui tiredly laid his head on the window. Somehow, the headache from last night was relapsing. "aghh...." It was as if a mine exploded in the back of his head.
