Gao Xiaotian suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed. Over the years, he had had other women, but Qin Min was the only one who had truly moved his heart.
With the help of alcohol, he could reveal his true feelings, but under such sober circumstances, being pressed by Qin Min like this, he simply couldn't spit it out.
Qin Min, not hearing a response, thought that Gao Xiaotian didn't want to talk anymore and let out another angry snort.
"You don't want to say it, huh? Fine, I'm going to hang up then. You'll no longer have a chance to speak, and besides, I don't like being called out in the middle of the night to watch people drink, nor do I like to escort a drunk man back to a hotel and tuck him into bed."
Gao Xiaotian knew that Qin Min was truly angry, so he blurted out.
"What if I say it now, isn't that alright?"
Qin Min had no choice but to stop hanging up the phone.
"You better be quick about it; I don't have that much patience."
Gao Xiaotian took a deep breath.
