"What would you like to drink?"
Pei Hanmo set Chu Xinghui down beside the coffee table and walked toward his drinks cabinet:
"Would you like some juice?"
Chu Xinghui had just had juice at the banquet, and clearly did not particularly want any now.
"...No, thanks."
Only after taking quite a while to recover did Chu Xinghui finally speak quietly.
He looked around. The room was large, and aside from still being filled with the scent of Phalaenopsis orchids, it did not look particularly cozy.
Almost everything was in cool tones.
It was not as nice as the little home they used to share.
He had thought Pei Hanmo would be living better after joining Pei Holdings.
But now that did not seem to be the case.
Chu Xinghui took the script out of his backpack and put it on the table in front of him.
He waited for Pei Hanmo to come over.
How about making him some hangover soup?
He took out his phone and searched online for a hangover soup recipe.
Before, Pei Hanmo had always made hangover soup for him. He had never made it himself.
"What are you looking at?"
Although Chu Xinghui had said he did not want anything to drink, Pei Hanmo still brought him a glass of milk.
He also got himself another glass of liquor.
"Nothing. Shall we start now?"
Ever since earlier, Chu Xinghui had been a little afraid to meet Pei Hanmo's eyes.
After drinking tonight, the desire in Pei Hanmo's eyes was a little too blatant, so blatant that it frightened him.
"Anything works. Whatever you say, Older Brother."
Pei Hanmo gave a couple of low chuckles and picked up the script on the coffee table.
On Huo Hongxi and Wen Qinglin's second meeting, he went straight into