"Achoo—"
Bo Yanchen was drinking when he suddenly sneezed.
He Jingcheng squinted his peach-blossom eyes and teased, "Someone must be talking about you."
Bo Yanchen ignored him and didn't even glance at him, continuing to drink.
He drank by himself until he passed out.
Leaning against the back of the sofa, his eyes closed, he forcefully tugged at his tie, looking very uncomfortable.
"Yanchen," He Jingcheng called out to him several times without getting any response.
After confirming he was unconscious, He Jingcheng asked Zhou Sheng,
"What really happened today? Why is he this upset?"
He Jingcheng used "upset," not "angry."
Having spent a long time together, He Jingcheng knew Bo Yanchen well—his sadness and anger were completely different.
Tonight, he was just upset, not angry.
Zhou Sheng scratched his head, utterly confused, "I don't even know how to explain it."
"Just say whatever comes to mind, let me hear it."
