"Alright, Siming, stop drinking. That cunning Diers has been found, you'll find your Xinxin too."
"Leave me alone!" Qi Siming refused to accept the comfort, brushing off Ou Tiandao's hand and taking another swig.
Nangong Wuyi glanced at Qi Siming, "Don't bother with him, he's always like this in bars. He's supposed to be enjoying himself, but he behaves as if he is at a mourning event."
Having no woman to accompany him was already enough to annoy Nangong Wuyi and now, he had to put up with a man crying like a baby.
Those who knew him understood his pain, but those who didn't would think something was done to him.
Ou Tiandao watched Qi Siming sighing but didn't try to stop him anymore, "..."
Drinking some alcohol could alleviate feelings of sadness when one was in a bad mood.
