The private chef's car just passed by Cai Zhongxin.
"Look at him, a scion enjoying dinner in a foreign land as if he hasn't a care in the world. Who is he afraid of?"
At eight in the evening, Huang Zhengwei came over to join him for dinner, watching the young noble across the table drowning his sorrows in drink.
Every now and then, he would stop drinking to cough a few times.
"Isn't it just a cough? Why not take some medicine?" Huang Zhengwei suggested, "It can't be that you're not acclimatized to the place?"
Xu Jingxi gazed at the seascape, silent.
Huang Zhengwei sighed, "How about I find a girl you like to keep you company while you drink, eh? You've started coughing since the day before yesterday. Take care of your health, you're still young, and not yet married."
Xu Jingxi still did not engage in conversation.
Huang Zhengwei could only smile helplessly.
