Wang Xiaoliang held a glass of orange-yellow juice.
He hadn't touched a drop of liquor today.
The reason was simple: Wei Zijin hadn't drunk any either.
They hadn't seen each other in so many days. When they went back tonight, there were things they would have to do.
Too much alcohol would get in the way.
He had thought it wouldn't matter if he didn't drink. He was only a minor player, after all.
Even if he did drink, at most he would clink glasses with Liu Xinyu and Zhou Qiang a few times, just as a gesture.
And then have a few more drinks with Huang Xueli in private.
But he had never expected so many people to come over and toast him.
One wave after another.
What amused him even more was that the people coming to toast him didn't care what he was drinking.
Someone did mention it. "Xiaoliang, why are you drinking juice?"
He casually offered an excuse-he'd been feeling a bit overheated lately-and the other person immediately dropped the subject, politely clinked glasses with him, then downed the liquor in their own glass.
Just like Zhao Shengkai in front of him now.
He followed behind Chen Xiaoying, his face no longer showing that faint disapproval and sense of superiority from before.
Although he wasn't as enthusiastic as Chen Xiaoying, his attitude was earnest, completely different from before.
It was a strange feeling.
He was thoroughly enjoying it.
Wang Xiaoliang couldn't help glancing at Wei Zijin beside him.
She was chatting quietly with Yang Qingyu, Zeng Haiyan, and the others, a happy smile on her face.
This was his beautiful, accomplished girlfriend;
He glanced again at Liu Xinyu, Huang Xueli, and Zhou Qiang, who were chatting happily. These were his good buddies, wealthy and capable;
He