"Can't I have a drink with you if there's nothing wrong? I've been back in the country for a few days and haven't had the chance to catch up. I was planning to talk to you at the banquet tonight, but then you took Qin Wan and just skipped it."
Su Zhicheng's voice carried a hint of complaint as it reached Mu Shaochen's ears, prompting a sneer to curve his lips.
"You're not going abroad again, what's the rush?"
"So, where are you? Can we have that drink or not?"
"The hotel, come over."
It was past eleven at night.
Mu Shaochen closed the bedroom door and let Su Zhicheng into the room.
They sat on separate sofas.
After clinking glasses, Mu Shaochen drank half his glass and swirled the remaining half.
Listening to Su Zhicheng, he said, "You stood her up tonight, and Aqing was very upset, she cried all the way home."
Mu Shaochen looked at him over his wine glass.