"You're just brushing me off."
Xu Weilai was indeed drunk. Her words were direct and even her dissatisfaction was clearly written on her face. She sat up straight all of a sudden and stared at Zuo An with her wide eyes, "Then tell me, do you have a reason to be sad?"
Although he knew that she was unreasonably pestering him, Zuo An was not annoyed. It was probably because he had never seen her like this.
The sober Xu Weilai would occasionally act cute or coquettishly, but most of the time, she was overly mature and rational. She was young, but her mind was too matured for her age.
But today at this moment, she seemed to act her age, a young girl in her twenties.
As Zuo An looked at Xu Weilai's current self, he unconsciously also let down his guard around her. He tugged at his tie and relaxed a little. His tone also became lazy, which was rare. He replied, "Of course there's always a reason for me to be sad."
