The Blame

In the bar, lights were flashing. The noisy music was so loud that it was deafening.

The glasses on the bar table was piling up, but the one who was drinking had no intention to stop.

"Why, why is he ignoring me like that? Have I not done enough? I like him so much." Jiang Xinyi was crying. She looked drunk but was still pouring alcohol into her mouth.

Gao Yang who was next to her darted a look at her and frowned. He wanted to say something but did not know how to start it. Out of boredom, he picked up his phone.

But just as he started looking at his phone, a call arrived with the screen showing 'Bro'. His face changed slightly and picked up with his hand covering the other ear.

"Bro, what's up?"

"Ah, that. When she asked me, it just slipped out."

"Sorry, Bro. I…"