Cui Hao chugged two consecutive bottles of beer before he managed to suppress the urge to stab someone.
Why the hell don't I have any nice girls who like me? Where am I lacking? Is it just because I don't own a giant auto market? My family is in business too! Even if the game company goes under, I can still go home and inherit the family business. So why not me?
Thinking of this, Cui Hao sank deeper into sorrow and downed the remaining two bottles of beer. By the end, it was hard to tell who was consoling whom.
"Why don't they like me? Xue Yang, tell me, what's wrong with me?"
It was only when he was drunk that Cui Hao let his guard down.
What would his reaction be if I recorded him like this and showed it to him tomorrow? Xue Yang thought. It would certainly be spectacular.
But he didn't do it. Some embarrassing moments were best kept private.
Glancing at the time, Xue Yang stood up and helped Cui Hao to his feet. "It's late. Let's go back."
