Leng Yunting lifted his glass, gently swirling it before looking at Yu Zexiao with a sly smile, his gaze suggestively scanning over his crotch, "But after so many years, you've finally indulged for the first time; it's truly worth celebrating! So, here I am, offering up my treasured Perrier-Jouet—at one of the most expensive champagnes in the world, no less?"
Without a doubt, these so-called friends must have heard that he had spent the night with that woman and, finally having lost what he had cherished for twenty-eight years, they congregated to celebrate.
Under everyone's scrutiny, Yu Zexiao raised the corner of his eye, his dark pupils flashing with a hint of obscure light, his voice hoarse, "Who slipped the drug into my drink?"
Mo Siyu giggled, "What's wrong? The other person's technique so good it left you longing for more? Don't worry, that lady's tight-lipped, she won't leak a word. I'll give you her contact info right away!"
