As Yu Chiyin's voice fell, an oppressive silence filled the living room.
"Glug glug..."
Shi Jue poured himself a full glass of wine, silently downed it in one gulp, and after finishing, he turned his face and let out a discreet burp.
"I'm sorry, what I said earlier was inappropriate, too presumptuous. I'll drink three glasses as an apology."
With that, Shi Jue poured himself two more glasses, also downing them in one go to express his regret through action.
Yu Chiyin, disregarding the injury on his hand, reached out to grab the wine bottle, but Shi Jue stopped him mid-motion.
"Stop drinking. Where is your first aid kit? The wound on your hand needs cleaning and dressing."
Shi Jue gathered all the bottles of alcohol off the bar counter, along with the glasses, then turned to the living room to search for the first aid kit.
By the time he found it, Yu Chiyin seemed to have calmed down a little and was seated on the sofa.
