The most direct way to vent their anger was to use their fists. Now, they were drinking and chatting happily. But they might become angry in the blink of an eye.
Ye Jian raised her glass and took a small sip.
"How is it? How's the taste?" Xia Jinyuan smiled and suddenly leaned over slightly. "Just pretend to drink it. The alcohol percentage is high, so don't drink too much." The cocktail was strong. Ye Jian, who thought that it tasted good, took a sip and pretended. She raised her wine glass and clinked it with Xia Jinyuan, who was holding a glass of stout. She said in a low voice, "Someone is coming. Ahead, 11 o'clock."
Xia Jinyuan's tall and straight body didn't move. He placed one hand lazily on the bar counter and rested his head on his hand. He took a sip of the stout with the other hand. "Wait for him to come."
