Ji Liangchuan pushed the peanuts on the table towards He Xing, "It's too early, and the kitchen only has these ready. Make do with them for now, consider it a snack to accompany your drink."
The coldness in He Xing's eyes lessened slightly. He looked at Ji Liangchuan with a heavy gaze and finally put down the glass, leaning back on the sofa chair before beginning to recount everything that had happened recently.
Under normal circumstances, He Xing, even if he were to hold back to death, would never discuss his and Fu Han's matters with a third person, especially not when this third person had unclear and indistinct feelings for Fu Han.
But at this moment, he felt as if his emotions were like a balloon on the verge of bursting. If he didn't find someone to talk to, he really thought he would suffocate.
So even though Ji Liangchuan wasn't the best listener in his heart, because he couldn't find a better one, he could only talk to Ji Liangchuan.
