"Speak up! What's going on?"
Leng Mochen didn't beat around the bush and asked directly.
Long Wu took a big gulp of liquor, avoiding their gaze and deflecting the topic: "Leng Er, Xu Er, out of all the bros we hang with, aren't we the closest?
Tell me, am I the type to indulge in debauchery?"
Leng Mochen looked at him indifferently, having long predicted this day would come.
Xu Er scoffed, "You tell me!"
That day at the gathering, he'd said it himself—there'd be a day when he'd cry.
Long Wu didn't respond and continued, "I really didn't do anything; it was just a game, but she just doesn't believe me. Now that she's in postpartum confinement, I have no way to argue this issue with her.
When she comes back home, I'll definitely sit down and have a proper talk with her. A life can't be lived like this!"
