Softhearted

If he continued drinking, he would probably be hospitalized.

Cao Xiangrong looked up and smiled drunkenly. "Are you afraid that I won't pay?"

Shao Xiuqi sighed helplessly. "Alright, I'll help you to the private room at the back to rest for a while."

He stood up and held Cao Xiangrong's arm.

Cao Xiangrong did not struggle and only muttered, "Zhiyan…"

Shao Xiuqi supported him and walked back while complaining in a low voice. "It's useless no matter how much you like her. Look at what you've done. You didn't cherish her when you were together and even caused trouble for her when you broke up…"

Cao Xiangrong's eyes were misty as he laughed foolishly.

Shao Xiuqi found Cao Xiangrong a quiet private room and threw him onto the sofa roughly.

Cao Xiangrong burped on the sofa.

Shao Xiuqi did not leave. He stood at the door and looked up at the corner of the private room thoughtfully.