This time, Mù Qiānxún blatantly ignored Tang Ye.
Even Lin You thought his remarks were too much.
Tang Ye, like a persistent sticky plaster, trailed right behind Mù Qiānxún and Lin You.
Mù Qiānxún and Lin You used to frequent a bar called "Ling". Now that they had returned, they decided to head there by taxi.
Thick-skinned Tang Ye hitched a ride with them.
And incidentally paid for it.
Mù Qiānxún and Lin You didn't say anything.
Once they arrived at Ling, the light was dim and the music was lively.
They walked up to a handsome mixologist, "Uncle Eight, the usual please."
The handsome boy with fiery-red hair, referred to as Uncle Eight, had deep and captivating eyes. Seeing Mù Qiānxún, he immediately smiled.
"It's been a while since I saw you two. I heard you went to study in Imperial City? How is it, does the big city compare to home?"
