"Brother Ayin, aren't we brothers who have grown up sharing the same pants? Yet I can't even get you to come out for a drink with me without begging!"
"..."
"..."
"Brother Ayin, Brother Ayin, my phone's almost out of battery, and I don't have money to pay the bill. Hurry up and come to the rescue!"
"I've sent you the location. If you don't show up within half an hour, I'm done for…"
The phone lay on the bedside table, incessantly dinging and donging.
Yu Chiyin sat on the edge of the bed, wiping his hair with a towel, as Lu Fengxuan, who had just finished putting the child to sleep, returned to the doorway.
Hearing the noise, she picked up the phone, read the messages from Fan Ju, and shook her head, saying:
"Could it be that he and Xiaojun have fought again? The two sworn enemies, always arguing when they meet, yet they can't bear to be apart. Brother Ayin, are you going out?"
