Like father like son

He took a sip of his wine, letting the velvety liquid coat his palate but it didn't wash away the annoyance in his chest. As the flavours of dark fruit and oak settled on his tongue, his mind wandered back to the days when Luo Muchen and Bager were working together. Those long late nights working together did they share some laughs? Did Bager always stare at him with those smitten eyes calling out Chen Chen with that disgustedly sweet tone? 

Just that thought made him grip the wine glass tightly unable to contain himself. He was so irritated that he slaughtered that piece of steak like he was taking jabs at Bager's face. 

"Lin Lin," called out Luo Muchen but Qie Xieling didn't respond. In fact, he hadn't heard him at all. It took Luo Muchen touching his hand to get his attention.