"You're here, too?" Yang Haoran paused in front of his friend before settling on the high stool by the bar counter beside Xue Guangxi.
Without looking at him, the latter responded, "En. How can you still state the obvious? Of course, I'm here. Or do I look like an apparition to you?" Xue Guangxi bantered. He was quite pissed for two reasons: first, because Yang Haoran had rebelliously been corresponding with Su Jingjing despite his repeated warnings, and second because of those two, Kang Sola and Wu Xiang left him behind to fend for himself. They grabbed the opportunity to get rid of him the moment he was gone. How could they? They were a chaotic trio.
'Sola how can you do this to me?!' He whined inside his head lamentably.
Yang Haoran grunted. "Foul. Time out." He ordered some scotch from the bartender. He wasn't in the mood for such banter. He, too, was not in the perfect mood.