Fu Yubai arrived late, poured himself a glass of chilled beer as soon as he entered, and downed it in one gulp.
The three of them hadn't gathered together in ten years.
Fu Yubai looked at Guo Zhenting, who had even gotten his hair permed and streaked with some white. Unable to hold back, he laughed and said, "Is this trending overseas? Are you fulfilling some unachieved emo nostalgia?"
Guo Zhenting glanced at Fu Yubai, "This is called fashion. Look at Chenyuan—he's either in black or gray, even his persona feels lifeless."
Lu Chenyuan, dressed in a black shirt, slowly rolled up his sleeves, "I'm already married; who am I dressing up for? I'm not lacking women, am I?"
When Lu Chenyuan said this, no one could disagree. The women he wanted were practically guaranteed to fall for him—the only exception being Bai Xiaoyin.
