Zheng Yunhao's legs were like they had been filled with lead. His eyes bloodshot as he watched Bai Yiran making a phone call and walking further away, he couldn't take a single step.
His Bai Bai wasn't waiting for him anymore.
...
Night, at a bar.
Zheng Yunhao had already finished a bottle of white liquor by himself, and, seemingly unfazed, grabbed another one to start drinking.
Mu Chuanlin and Jiang Siyan sat on one side, looked at each other, and it was clear to them that Zheng Yunhao had something on his mind.
Mu Chuanlin snatched the bottle of white liquor from his hands and passed him a glass of lemonade, "Drink this, it's high-end."
Zheng Yunhao took a sip with a look of distaste, "Who are you trying to fool with lemonade?"
Mu Chuanlin blatantly lied, "You're drunk, this is the high-end white."
"Bullshit! Give me the liquor."
Mu Chuanlin took a sip from the glass, "This isn't like you. If drinking could solve problems, the world wouldn't be this fucked up."
