He casually opened a bottle of Western liquor on the table and guzzled half of it in one go. The effect of the alcohol was fierce; feeling slightly drunk, he finally mustered the courage to speak, "Hanchen, if you want to drink, I'll drink with you. Just don't stay silent like this."
The look in Zhao Hanchen's eyes was cold as he glanced over. He paused his drinking and said, "Is that why you came? What's the matter? Afraid I'll get drunk and go crazy?"
"What are you talking about? If you want to get drunk, go ahead. I may not have anything else here, but the supply of alcohol is enough." Zhao Ximo sighed and lowered his voice, sincerely trying to persuade him, "Hanchen, making such a fuss over a woman, it's not worth it."
He had known Zhao Hanchen for too long and already noticed that his emotions were not normal at the moment.
Indeed, who could feel good watching their ex-girlfriend kiss their best friend?
