"Drink, drink, drink!"
The few people with flushed faces were still incessantly chugging alcohol, determined not to stop until the other was completely wasted.
Matthew Saxon frowned and turned his head, wanting to leave.
He could tolerate the smallness of the place and the poor environment, but the shouting that was about to blow the roof off he could hardly bear.
Scarlett Yates also found it too noisy. She secretly glanced at Matthew Saxon and happened to catch him frowning, instantly feeling a bit regretful.
She really shouldn't have brought him to such a place; he was indeed not used to it.
Just like how she couldn't fully integrate into his world, there was a huge gap in their living environments.
She bit her lip, hesitated for a few seconds, then gently tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "It's too noisy here. Why don't we choose another place?"
Matthew Saxon looked down at her.
