Lu Jinyang merely swept a disinterested glance at him, remaining silent; it was clear that he had no intention of answering his question.
Leng Yixing withdrew his gaze, unenthused, and began to down his ten cans of beer.
"Xing, don't drink yet," Gu Chen reached out to hold the beer in his hand, "Feeling upset? Let's go vent it out."
"...I'm not going."
"You'll regret it if you don't."
Leng Yixing: "..."
An hour later
A sack was tossed into the private room, a little too long, emitting a muffled grunt as it hit the floor.
Leng Yixing looked at his handiwork with satisfaction, "These days, who needs to get their own hands dirty to deal with someone? Just a bit of money and people rush to do your bidding—simple, crude."
Gu Chen's mouth twitched silently while Lu Jinyang watched the squirming sack on the ground, rolling up his sleeves as he stood up.
Both were subtly startled by his actions—was he gearing up to make a move?
