It was really quite good.
An hour had passed, and they showed no sign of leaving; Lan Mu was getting a little impatient, "What are they even talking about?"
Zu He shook his head, "Don't know, but definitely something enjoyable."
Lan Mu: "..."
What a no-brainer, even an idiot could see they're having a good time, laughing and chatting, occasionally clinking glasses.
Over here, Zhou Sicheng and Wen Jing were immersed in their own little world, completely forgetting about the three people on the sofa.
Zhou Sicheng lifted his arm around Wen Jing's neck, pulling her in forcefully so she was pressed against him, squishing her face.
Then he looked down at her and asked, "What are we?"
Wen Jing, unbothered by niceties, responded without hesitation, "We're brothers."
Zhou Sicheng then raised his drink and asked Wen Jing, "How should we drink this?"
"Finish it however you like."
