Shen Yanchen didn't answer, his fingers traced the rim of the glass before bringing it to his lips.
He Ye nudged the woman beside him: "Go cheer Brother Chen up."
The woman happily smiled, walked over to Shen Yanchen in her high heels, over ten centimeters tall.
"Young Master Shen, what's bothering you?"
"Get lost."
The woman knew Shen Yanchen's cold demeanor, so she smartly sat a bit farther away, casting an innocent glance at He Ye.
He Ye said: "Brother Chen, Brother Bei, what's up with you two? Brother Bei, you haven't been back in years, it's rare for the brothers to get together, and Brother Chen's drinking silently while Brother Bei's pretending to be quiet. Did you guys plan this beforehand?"
Fang Shaobei glanced at Shen Yanchen, then just smiled and humorously said to He Ye: "Do you want the two of us to dance?"
He Ye looked frustrated: "Ugh! You two are just wasting your looks and stature! So many pretty women, and none of them catch your eye?"
