"Dude." Wu Jiang patted his shoulder and sighed heavily, "Drinking by yourself here every day, aren't you sick of it?"
"Fuck off!"
"How's the girl who sings?"
Wu Jiang was chatting from the side, but Wu Qing seemed enthralled, not even glancing sideways, let alone responding to him.
Seemed like he was indeed fuckin' "Enthralled Hearts"!
Wasn't this dazed and drunk life exactly what he was accustomed to? Shouldn't he be the carefree and debonair Master Qi? Why the fuck was he playing the saint of deep affection, insisting on hanging himself on a crooked tree like her?
"Enthralled Hearts"… "Enthralled Hearts"…
He rubbed his head vigorously until someone patted his shoulder lightly. Turning around, he found that Wu Jiang had, at some point, brought over the girl who sang, and she was now seated next to him.
Wu Jiang grinned mischievously, "Little Xiu, take good care of Young Master Qi."
