Young Master Chu gently swirls his wine glass, "You know about fine wines?"
"Come on," Chen An glances at him, swallowing the name he was about to call out, something that shouldn't be touched, "Only you know, right?"
Young Master Chu's lips curve into a faint smile.
Nearby, Bai Nianxian also stands up. Chen An walks over, raising his hand, and Bai Nianxian unexpectedly grasps his fist, "Haven't had enough yet?"
"Who would ever have enough of hitting you?" Chen An looks at the blood at the corner of his mouth, "Been hitting you for four years, I've never had enough."
Bai Nianxian lifts his head, "Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?"
Chen An is momentarily stunned.
Bai Nianxian releases his hand, turns and walks outside, gently closing the door, "I'm resting."
"..."
What does that mean?
Watching his back, Chen An tightens his grip on the wine glass, "Has he taken the wrong medicine?"
