Meanwhile, Rainer arrived at the bar mentioned in the message and immediately saw Collin, who was already a little drunk.
"Hey, you finally showed up! Come on, have a drink with me." Collin greeted him as soon as he saw him, raising his glass as an invitation.
Rainer's expression darkened, his voice sounding frustrated. "So, the urgent matter you mentioned earlier was just to invite me here for a drink?"
Collin, unconcerned, snorted as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah, so what? I'm in a bad mood. As my best friend, you could at least drink with me?"
Rainer didn't even glance at the wine glass lying on the table. His voice was cold and indifferent. "It's not the right time."
Collin blinked, then suddenly burst into laughter. He leaned in slightly, lowered his voice, and muttered. "Why? Have you gotten too used to playing the role of the disabled person? Relax, this bar is full of my people; there's no way your stepmother would have her spies here."
