Night fell, and the city streets bustled with traffic and people.
The nightlife was only just beginning.
A strong smell of alcohol filled a private room at an upscale entertainment Club.
Under the dim lights, empty bottles lay scattered across the table.
Chu Xingye lounged on the sofa. His face already showed signs of drunkenness, but he kept tipping his head back and gulping down liquor, glass after glass.
The guys beside him were all a little dumbfounded by the sight.
What was wrong with Brother Ye? Was he heartbroken?
But hadn't he been planning to confess to that Youngest Young Master named Jiang just a few days ago? Had he failed?
"Brother Ye, stop drinking. You've already had several bottles. You can't keep going like this."
"Whatever's wrong, just tell us. We'll help you shoulder it and figure things out."
One of the guys reached for Chu Xingye's glass, but Chu Xingye slapped his hand away hard. "Mind your own damn business!"
With that, he picked up another bottle and poured it into his glass, but it ran dry after filling only half the glass.
He frowned irritably and slammed the glass onto the table. "Where's the booze... why's it all gone? Have them bring another dozen!"
A few minutes later, a server in a shirt and vest wheeled a cart into the room. "Hello, here's the liquor you ordered." He placed the bottles from the cart onto the table one by one. "Enjoy."
Chu Xingye leaned back lazily on the sofa with his eyes closed. That calm, emotionless voice suddenly struck him as familiar.
He lifted his eyelids and looked over, making out Bai Lian's expressionless face in the dim light.
He'd almost forgotten that this Bai guy worked here.
Bai Lian had clearly already seen Chu Xingye,