Hua Jian returned to the bar, but kept watching upstairs.
Bo Lin had drunk so much. Why weren't those guys taking him home yet?
How uncomfortable must he be, curled up on that sofa?
Still, he and Bo Lin were only newly acquainted friends.
Those guys were the real friends who had always been there for him.
Realizing that left Hua Jian feeling a little annoyed.
Tch.
"Xiao Jian, you haven't been here for days. I've missed you. What have you been busy with?"
The male customer surnamed Sun always spoke in that cloying way.
Hua Jian replied politely, "Some personal matters. What would you like to drink today, Young Master Sun?"
Sun had probably swilled too much booze. He leered at Hua Jian with a dopey smile.
He even deliberately leaned over and breathed in his face. "I want a taste of you."
Fucking idiot.
His breath stank!
Hua Jian held his breath and stiffly tugged up the corner of his mouth, then turned to grab some liquor and throw together whatever drink.
Making a living was such a shit job!
Hua Jian was particularly short on patience today.
A few customers came over to flirt with him, and he gave them only perfunctory responses.
When he wasn't smiling, his brows were drawn together, making him look utterly unapproachable.
Some of the less bold ones sat timidly nearby, not daring to go too far.
Before long, a commotion came from upstairs.
Hua Jian lifted his eyes and saw someone coming down.
It was the man with the fake smile, followed by Shen Mo supporting Bo Lin.
Hua Jian's gaze paused. Bo Lin looked a little more alert than before, probably having sobered up somewhat.
Just as he looked away, Yan Ruqiu happened to glance over.
He turned to Shen