While Qiao Ze was taking Su Mucheng for noodles, no more than fifty meters away on the late-night food street, Yu Chenggong was loudly calling for more drinks.
"Waiter, another Hans please."
"Coming right up!"
Sitting opposite Yu Chenggong, Luo Shanyi's face twisted in distaste as he said meekly, "Alright, Yu, do you think I can still keep up? I really can't drink anymore today! If I do, there's going to be trouble!"
"How can that be? Luo, we've been friends for ten years now, don't you know me? When I dragged you here, I said we're not leaving this drinking table unless you give me a reason why you can't sign. If you want to leave, go ahead, but you have to drink me under the table first, then I won't be able to stop you."
Yu Chenggong said with a rascally laugh, nothing like the serious admission officer he usually was at Xingcheng.
"Yu, do you really have to be so impatient?" Luo Shanyi shook his head.
