Xiao Ye's expression remained unchanged.
Yao Beikun didn't feel awkward either. He picked up his glass and instinctively clinked it before taking a big gulp. His face changed dramatically as he started coughing violently, gasping for breath, "Damn, Xiao Ye, are you screwing with me? How strong is this stuff? It's killing me!"
Xiao Ye drank silently.
He wanted to drink himself drunk, but no matter how much he drank, he just couldn't get drunk.
Yao Beikun put down his glass, deciding not to self-torture with this man.
He lay on the sofa, aimlessly.
Actually, it was just as well that Xiao Ye and Yao Beidi got divorced. The two of them had reached extremes, one at the extreme of love, the other at the extreme of hate. Such a clear division was not suitable for them to be together. Perhaps this separation would be good for both.
Perhaps they might reconcile, perhaps not, but at least it's better than forcefully staying together like now.
