However, the corners of her lips curled into a mocking smile.
"Shaochen, this is your own choice, don't blame me," she murmured to herself.
At the bar.
Liang Shaochen held a glass of whiskey, non-stop pouring it down his throat.
In the corner, there was a band softly playing and singing occasionally.
Liao Ping sat next to Liang Shaochen, watching his desolate expression, his brows furrowing.
With concern, he said, "Young master, you've already drunk a lot. You shouldn't drink any more."
Liang Shaochen seemed not to hear, only drinking on his own.
At that moment, the phone beside him rang again.
Liao Ping glanced at it and said to Liang Shaochen, "Young master, Miss Zhong Li has called many times already, you..."
Suddenly, Liang Shaochen burst into laughter.
"Why... why isn't it her? Why... what did I do wrong for her to treat me like this?"
"Young master." Liao Ping knew it was again about Miss Xiaonuan.
