Infected
Editor: Atlas Studios
AIDS?
These three words reverberated in Fu Jingtong's mind. He stared in shock at Fu Qinglun. "What… what are you saying?"
Fu Qinglun stuck one hand in his pocket, the other swirling his wine glass. Looking at the thick red liquid curve against the bright glass, he smiled and his black eyes landed on Fu Jingtong. "Do you remember the night when Beichen got you drunk and you had a one night stand with a bar girl?"
He remembered
Of course he remembered.
Over the past three years, he had suffered heavy losses at the hands of the multinational corporation Koco. Koco had caused them to lose over 10 billion USD. Along with the problem of Lin Shiyu, he had gone to the bar to drown his sorrows.
He had met Huo Beichen there, who had gotten him drunk. When he woke up, it was already the next morning, and a heavily made-up bar girl was putting on her clothes.