"..."
Fan Ju was choked up for a full minute before he grabbed the glass in his hand and poured another drink down his throat.
He drank so quickly that the scene before him spun in a blur.
"Third Brother, I'm drunk... Just now, what did I say?" Fan Ju rubbed his temples as he asked.
His acting was so poor, it was even worse than the rookies his company had just signed.
Ling Hanxiao couldn't be bothered to expose him, and merely hummed with a chuckle, slowly savoring the wine in his glass with a languid charm that naturally exuded an air of nobility.
The more one drank, the more it went to one's head.
Before his eyes, a pair of clear, aggrieved eyes flashed vaguely, wet with waterlight, the lips curled and crushed to the point of bleeding, looking somewhat pitiable.
Ling Hanxiao felt a tightness in his throat and his grip on the glass tightened. He tilted back his head and downed most of the strong liquor in one gulp.
