Yan Xianjue raised a hand to stop him. "No. I'm not interested."
Zhou Ye found that a little strange. "We're just drinking today?"
Yan Xianjue nodded.
That nod made Zhou Ye feel that something was even more off.
He had known Yan Xianjue since they were both still wetting the bed.
Let alone inviting him out alone for drinks, Yan Xianjue rarely even entered these clubs unless he had business here.
He leaned closer. Yan Xianjue's complexion looked fine, not like he had been upset by someone, so Zhou Ye boldly asked, "Didn't you have no interest in stuff like cigarettes and alcohol?"
November evenings always carried a chill. Even someone as afraid of heat as Yan Xianjue had already changed into a shirt.
The private club's private rooms naturally offered guests the most comfortable temperature, but Yan Xianjue did not call the staff back in.
He placed the bottle in the ice bucket beside him, casually unfastened the buttons at his cuffs, and rolled his sleeves up twice.
Hearing the probing undertone in Zhou Ye's words, Yan Xianjue raised a brow and asked directly, "You don't want to drink with me?"
"Then I'll call someone else over."
Zhou Ye hurriedly said, "I do, I do. Why wouldn't I want to mooch off a rich guy?"
"Besides, does anyone else have the kind of friendship we do?"
Yan Xianjue gave him a meaningful look. "Is that so? Then you shouldn't be hiding anything from me, right?"
Zhou Ye did not think much of it and loudly cried injustice. "Are you serious? Since we were kids, no matter how you look at it, you've bullied me more. Not only would I never hide anything from you, I couldn't hide it from you even if I wanted to."
Zhou Ye had always