When Wen Shaoyu returned, everyone in the private room was having a blast.
Yan Ningke spotted him immediately, stretched out an arm to beckon him over, and launched straight into an interrogation. "What did you do to my Brother Zheng!?"
Wen Shaoyu stiffened for a moment as he sat down, so briefly that no one would have noticed in the dim light without looking closely. "What do you mean, what did I do? Don't make false accusations."
He sounded innocent, as though he were a perfectly upright gentleman.
There was already a glass of liquor poured on the table. Wen Shaoyu picked it up and took a somewhat hurried gulp, only for the very next second-
"Hiss..."
Si Yanzhuo asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Shaoyu lowered his eyes and licked his lips. Whatever came to mind made his smile turn cryptic. "Nothing."
He urged them to drink, but Yan Ningke kept feeling that there was an indescribable extra measure of satisfaction in his expression.
Zheng Yan Che had messaged him ten minutes earlier to say he had gotten home safely, so Yan Ningke stopped pestering Wen Shaoyu. Holding his juice, the only one of its kind there, he joined the others to play games.
They were adults. There was no need to push further.
Once he left, only their trio remained in that area. They had all weathered storms; none of them could hope to escape the others' eagle eyes.
With Si Yanzhuo and Shao Ke both staring at him, Wen Shaoyu could no longer keep smiling. "What are you looking at!"
Si Yanzhuo wore a half smile. "You, grinning like a flower in bloom."
Wen Shaoyu kept a straight face. "Bullshit!"
He answered too quickly, exposing his inner fluster instead.
Shao Ke watched him with an unreadable gaze. The three