A hard body collided with Hua Jian, drawing a muffled grunt from him.
That bastard Lu Zexi's liquor packed quite a punch. Bo Lin's head swam, and the grunt from the man above him tickled his ears.
Before he could look up, he said, "Thank you."
"It's fine." Hua Jian took a step back to steady himself. "Can you stand?"
"Yes."
Fighting the dizziness, Bo Lin held on to Hua Jian's arm until he found his footing.
His unfocused gaze settled on the man supporting him, and he froze for a moment.
He's so tall.
Bo Lin was around 185 centimeters tall, but this young man stood half a head taller than him.
The young man wore black-framed glasses, but the eyes behind them were unexpectedly beautiful.
In a flash of insight, Bo Lin realized that the young man had deliberately chosen frames with nonprescription lenses.
"Thank you." Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he slowly thanked him again.
Hua Jian released his arm. "You're welcome."
After that brief encounter, Hua Jian finally entered the room the housekeeper had told him about.
The room was huge, at least a hundred square meters, and very sparsely furnished.
Hua Jian glanced around and saw wine cabinets installed along two walls, filled with a dazzling array of bottles.
Not far from the door stood a bar counter identical to the one downstairs.
The rest of the room was mostly empty, with just a few sofas and coffee tables.
"You're the new bartender? The equipment's behind the counter. Go get started. A young girl will be coming up in a bit, so make two nonalcoholic drinks, nothing too strong-tasting."
Hua Jian agreed.
"Tsk, that must be Fanling. Why hasn't that girl gone off somewhere for her vacation?"
"She ran into an avalanche on her