"Will our drinking get reported?"
After finishing a bottle of wine with Mo Shangjun, Ding Jing grandly placed it on the table, then suddenly asked Mo Shangjun this pragmatic question.
"Definitely."
Mo Shangjun popped a bite of grilled eggplant into her mouth.
Slowly savoring the garlic, but the seasoning was good, spicy and fragrant enough, the eggplant was also quite flavorful.
"Aren't you worried?"
Ding Jing was already opening another bottle of beer as she spoke.
Mo Shangjun smiled and glanced at her, "Wasn't the initial setting to drink with heartbroken people? Without some alcohol, how would it fit the role?"
Ding Jing's mouth twitched, "Why not say we as women of the streets just need some booze to match our identity?"
Mo Shangjun stayed nonchalant, "My reason is a bit more convincing."
Bu Yirong wouldn't care what reason they used.
