"Drink! How can we not drink?!" Zhang Shuai raised his glass, turned his head to look at Tian Xin with a wry smile, and when he turned back, there was no expression on his face.
"Come on, let's do it together!" Li Jing gave Tian Xin a look, nudged Gao Wen's arm, and the group raised their glasses together.
"Cheers—"
With a crisp sound, the seven glasses clinked together, finally finishing a round.
Li Jing put down her glass and switched places with Tian Xin, sitting next to Zhang Shuai: "Hey, Zhang Shuai, we've known each other for some time now, right? How come every time I see you, you never give me a good face? Do I owe you money or something?"
"No!"
"Then tell me, what's the deal?"
"Nothing!"
Perhaps still feeling uneasy, Zhang Shuai ignored Li Jing's enthusiasm, continuing to drink one glass after another by himself.
He didn't know what was wrong with him; from the moment he saw Tian Xin, seeing her and Lin Zhou exchanging glances, he was inexplicably annoyed.
