Just thinking about that day, Xie Lin surely remembered Zhou Gu was indeed hit hard by the fruit. He suddenly fell silent, could one think of the event in such a way? But at that time he was really angry.
He ought to be not much worse than Zhou Gu, why didn't anyone throw fresh fruit at him? That period of time made him question, where did he fall short in conduct? Why was he not favored by anyone?
Hearing Zhou Gu's reasoning now, he also found it reasonable. What's so desirable about getting hit by fruit? Why was he eager for it? And he held a grudge against Zhou Gu for a long time because of it.
He rapped on his forehead, humming, "It was a brother's mistake, let me apologize to you, let's have a drink."
"You ought to drink three cups as a penalty." Zhou Gu glanced at him.
Xie Lin faltered, "Now, wait! You know that my alcohol tolerance isn't great, if you were to make me pass out from drinking, then you wouldn't have anyone to talk to."
