Zhou Sicheng held his breath, silently backed out to the door, "Then, I'm going by myself."
As he was about to close the door, suddenly Lan Mu's voice came from inside, "Bring the car to the door and wait."
A commanding tone.
That meant he wanted to go after all... Damn it, wasn't he not going? Zhou Sicheng gritted his teeth but ultimately couldn't stand his ground, and replied through the crack in the door, "Fine, young master."
His mouth was cheap, and so was he; he shouldn't have come to call for him. Couldn't he go to someone else's bar, and wouldn't they sell him drinks?
Why call for him, why come to be scolded.
Zhou Sicheng cursed under his breath as he left.
Going to a bar meant drinking, and they went with an assistant. Lan Mu and Zhou Sicheng sat in the backseat. Since leaving the hotel, Lan Mu had been holding his phone, occasionally glancing at the screen.
He never seemed to intend to put down his phone.
