As the roaring of engines subsided, Qin Chi sped to his destination. Pushing open the door, he was met with the sight of three glasses of wine neatly arranged on the table.
Song Ze, leaning back on the sofa with crossed arms, raised an eyebrow, "Don't look at me, you're late. Have a drink."
Qin Chi: ...
Qin Chi rolled his eyes at him, swiftly downed the three glasses, and immediately poured a large bottle of wine for Song Ze.
Song Ze wasn't offended; he simply watched Qin Chi, who had distanced himself from the girls, and chuckled, "Hey, with a fiancee now, you have changed. Are you going to keep distance with other women?"
Qin Chi's lips twitched slightly, "What do you mean? I never did anything before."
It was Song Ze. This rascal flirted with girls every two or three days, changing companions frequently, yet Qin Chi bore all consequence. His tarnished image was largely thanks to him.
Song Ze burst into laughter, "Why don't you bring your sister-in-law out?"