"Brother Yan Chen?!" He Ye walked over with a beautiful woman in his arms, looking surprised at Shen Yanchen, who had emptied two bottles of whiskey in the corner.
"Brother Yan Chen, when did you get here?"
Shen Yanchen looked up at him, his eyes somewhat unfocused, obviously a little drunk.
He Ye sat down worriedly: "Drinking this much again because of that Miaomiao?"
He averted his gaze, muttering softly, "Miaomiao..."
He Ye sighed and asked, "What's going on between you two? She doesn't like you?"
Shen Yanchen just gave a bitter smile, shook his head ambiguously, and then brought the glass to his lips again.
He Ye didn't stop him and just said, "If you like her, bring her to your side. What's the point of drinking alone?" Saying that, he reached into his pants pocket and found Shen Yanchen's phone.
He found "Miaomiao" in the contacts and dialed.
