Song Nuoyu and Ai Lian came to the living room, where Song Nuofei was already lying on the sofa like a corpse.
The strong smell of alcohol surrounded him as Song Nuoyu sniffed and showed a disgusted expression: "Fourth brother, you have time to drink but no time to pursue Miss Tang? Would it kill you to put the effort you use for drinking into chasing Miss Tang?"
Song Nuofei lifted his eyelids, eyes foggy with alcohol, misty like clouds: "She doesn't even spare me a glance."
The slurred voice made it easy to perceive Song Nuofei's disappointment.
The master of flirting actually hit a wall with Tang Zihan.
That woman, who looks as sweet as a dessert, is actually very poisonous inside.
He also wants to pursue her, but she doesn't give him a chance, how is he supposed to chase?
Ai Lian asked anxiously: "Did she reject you?"
"Yes, she rejected me."
"Which Miss Tang do you like?"
"Tang Zihan."
