Seeing Lin Junyang raise his glass and down it again, Chen Yankun's eyes flickered a few times.
This guy is acting weird; he's never called me over and started drinking without saying a word.
But since Lin Junyang didn't speak, Chen Yankun didn't ask either. He refilled his glass and drank along.
A good brother is there for you during tough times, drinking by your side, rather than gossiping about your troubles.
Soon, a bottle of Romanee Conti was empty, and Chen Yankun gestured to the waiter to bring two bottles of Lafite. It's not that they don't have wine stocked, but given how this guy is drinking, even the finest wine would lose its flavor.
After downing three bottles of red wine, Lin Junyang leaned against the booth, his brow furrowed, his Adam's apple painfully rolling, as his slender fingers tugged at his collar without success.
A curly-haired beauty hurried over to help.
