The man slumped alone on the bar, his hair messy and greasy under the dazzling lights. From a distance, he looked like a drunkard, but with a glimpse, he realized it was Jin Jing's troubled face.
Squinting as he looked at the man's expression, Meng Yan frowned slightly, sat down on the empty chair beside him, and with a calm demeanor, grabbed his glass subconsciously: "Don't drink anymore."
Jin Jing's gaze met Meng Yan's eyes, carrying a hint of deeper meaning. Surprised to encounter him in the bar, he said abruptly, "Give it to me, I want to drink more."
"I don't know how long you've been drinking alone. Continuing won't solve your problems, it'll only make you more miserable," Meng Yan's blunt words made Jin Jing's hand on the bar clench completely.
Meng Yan knew that Jin Jing and Xu Jiaojiao were having troubles again. Although he wasn't sure of the reason, every man can recognize when another is drowning his sorrows with alcohol.
"One tequila."
