At Wei Yan's home, Xi Muchen had been drinking one glass after another for nearly an hour, silent the entire time.
Wei Yan really hadn't seen him like this before. Who was Xi Muchen to ever lose control like this? Although he knew Muchen could hold his liquor, he couldn't watch him go on like this anymore.
"Enough, stop drinking," Wei Yan snatched the glass from his hand and said, "Mr. Xi, you're not drinking plain water, and my home isn't a bar."
"Cut the crap." Xi Muchen snatched the glass back and drained it in one gulp.
"You're doing this because of that precious girl you hold dear to your heart, aren't you? You've been off since this afternoon. When she was dealing with Xia An'an downstairs, you just stood by and watched, which I found strange then." Initially, Wei Yan had taken some malicious pleasure in Muchen's discomfort, but seeing him like this now, he couldn't help but worry; after all, Xi Muchen's self-control was known to be exceptionally strong.
