Everyone had a great time drinking, and the dinner party didn't break up until late into the night.
When they got home, Chi Yue saw Qiao Dongyang's flushed face, his collar pulled open, eyebrows tightly knit, showing an extremely uncomfortable expression, and he just sighed, "If you don't like to drink, then why go? You already refused once at the Crown, and it wouldn't hurt to do it again, why subject yourself to misery late at night?"
"Hah!" Qiao Dongyang laughed as he sat on the sofa, rubbing his temples, "It's exactly because I've already refused once at the Crown, that's why I had to go tonight."
Chi Yue turned his body to face her and asked, "Why? I don't understand."
Qiao Dongyang gently curved his lips and patted her hand, "It's better that you don't understand."
"..."
Chi Yue was totally confused, "What are you talking about?"
