Lu Moqing sat back down, loosened the collar of his shirt, leaned against the sofa, and took gulps of alcohol from the glass in his hand.
He downed 90-degree Granada rum like it was water, as if he didn't care about his life.
Gu Junhang couldn't bear to watch, so he snatched the glass of alcohol from his hands. "Your stomach is weak. Don't drink anymore."
Lu Moqing, with flushed eyes, shot a cold glance at Gu Junhang but didn't say anything. He reached for another bottle of alcohol on the table and tried to open it, but Gu Junhang grabbed it and smashed it directly on the ground.
"Enough! Is it worth dying over a divorce? If you can't let go, then go find her and pursue her again. If you can't let go of your pride, you deserve this."
Lu Moqing glanced at Gu Junhang with his hazy, alcohol-soaked eyes and let out a chuckle.
He leaned against the sofa, staring at the ceiling. His breathing was slow and steady, as if he was asleep.
