Gu Muchen was settled in at the hotel.
He mocked himself as he spoke, "If you like her, go after her. What's the point of drinking alone in misery? It's pathetic."
Gu Muchen heard him, with his eyes closed and a silly drunken response, "What's the use of me liking her alone? She doesn't like me."
"She doesn't want me either..." The more Gu Muchen spoke, the more aggrieved he became, and to everyone's surprise, the grown man's voice began to quiver with tears. Chen Yunxi was beside him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Look at you, such a sorry sight," she muttered, pulling the blanket over Gu Muchen.
She was about to leave, but then on second thought, her gaze fell on the cellphone beside her and she made a call.
"Is this a good time?"
Chen Yunxi asked.
Wen Tang sat up straight in front of the couch, "President Chen, go ahead."
Chen Yunxi turned to look at the man lying on the bed with a flushed face, "It's about Gu Muchen."
