Sheng Jianan squinted his eyes, his gaze lingered on Zhou Chengze for a few seconds before turning elsewhere. What did he hate about Tang Yanqi?
This question, he knew, yet seemed not to know.
The room went silent for a moment, Zhou Chengze scratched his head somewhat guiltily: "Damn it, forget about those annoying things, let's drink."
The two of them drank glass after glass, and before they knew it, two bottles were empty.
This amount of alcohol wasn't really Zhou Chengze's limit, he wouldn't normally get drunk from this, but somehow tonight Zhou Chengze was so drunk he was swaying.
Sheng Jianan was still very clear-headed. After sending Zhou Chengze back to his home, Sheng Jianan stayed at his own home in Lake Bay Villa.
After taking a shower and lying on the bed, their marital bed, the alcohol dissipated and he was exceptionally clear-headed. Looking at the beautiful crystal chandelier on the ceiling, Zhou Chengze's words echoed again in Sheng Jianan's mind.
