Lu Zijiao looked at the table where two bottles of red wine were already empty, and wondered, Zhan Qipei actually still wanted to keep drinking?
His gaze shifted from the wine bottle back to Zhan Qipei, thoughtfully stroking his chin.
"Could it be, you two had a fight?"
Otherwise, how could Zhan Qipei possibly not be at home with his wife and instead be here drinking?
Zhan Qipei's action of drinking paused for a moment, his eyebrows knitted together as he filled his empty glass with wine.
"We didn't fight."
Lu Zijiao stared at Zhan Qipei with a skeptical look, trying to see if he was lying.
But that perennially unchanging ice-cold face of the other party was such that even if he looked for a century, he wouldn't see any sign.
"If you didn't fight, then why aren't you at home with her, drinking sullenly here alone?"
Zhan Qipei swirled his glass, his dark eyes glancing at Lu Zijiao.
"Indeed, we didn't fight."
