"I do!" Di Mingchen chuckled, drawing out a cigarette. He sat down beside the man and gave him a playful pat, "Come, Big Brother, let's reminisize about your bachelor days."
Di Mingjue didn't respond. He gave Mingchen a frigid look that hastened the latter to quickly light up the cigarette for him. Mingchen grinned at him, asking, "Do you know how to smoke?"
Di Mingjue didn't react. He held up the slim stick between his slender fingers, brought it to his lips, and inhaled sharply. The smoke hit his lungs like a burst of flame.
He cringed deeply, thick smoke seeping out from his thin lips. While he didn't cough, it was clear he detested the taste of the smoke.
Di Mingchen glared at him, "If you don't like it, don't force it. What's gotten into you, aren't you getting married?"
Di Mingjue turned to him and suddenly asked, "Big brother, do you think I've treated Gu Qibao badly?"
