"Brother Four, let's... let's continue drinking..."
Before Fu Yan could finish his words, Ye Qilan stuffed him back into the washbasin. After getting doused with cold water, he became much more sober.
"If you're sober now, let's go."
Ye Qilan's words puzzled Fu Yan: "We haven't been here long, why are we leaving so soon?"
So, was tonight all a waste of time?
"Haste makes waste." The light in the washroom was a bit dim. It cast a dark and sinister shadow on Ye Qilan's face.
Fu Yan's mind was still somewhat hazy. But since Ye Qilan had said so, naturally he left the party with Ye Qilan first.
Outside, Mo Qiu who had been waiting for Ye Qilan saw him coming out and graciously walked up to him with a beautiful smile: "Qilan, Fu Yan is alright, isn't he?"
