Huo Xingzhou slightly raised his eyes, which bore the deep chill of cold indifference.
His slender fingers tapped the glass, and after swallowing a mouthful of whiskey, he spoke, "Does this concern you?"
Oh no!
He didn't deny it.
Nor did he say "none of your business."
That meant there was something to talk about tonight.
Zhou Yu poured him more liquor and, taking a drink, said, "She's throwing a temper tantrum at you, right? That must be because a lot has happened recently. Women, you know..."
Sun Weimeng craned his neck in anticipation, always admiring Zhou Yu's experience with women, seeing this as a prime opportunity to learn.
He eagerly awaited Zhou Yu to reveal some timeless truths.
Bang.
Huo Xingzhou placed the glass firmly onto the coffee table, his brows and eyes exuded a condensed sullenness, the bottoms of his eyes carrying the warmth tinted by alcohol.
"She brought up divorce with me."
Having said that, he looked at them.
