Wei Xiaoqing leaned her head against the back wall and stared at the ceiling lifelessly. Her heart was numb from the pain. Hou Yingyi's words had completely destroyed her last dignity and pride.
"I am a tragedy!" Wei Xiaoqing pursed her lips bitterly. "Snatching and in the end, none of them are mine. Not even you. Heh... you don't even love me. "
Hou Yingyi didn't know what to say. At a time like this, he didn't want to comfort Wei Xiaoqing because he had no one to comfort him.
He sat up again and drank.
One glass after another, he did not stop.
Seeing Hou Yingyi like that, Wei Xiaoqing also took her glass and drank with him.
Both of them had an average alcohol tolerance and it was not as good as Han Yuanjun and Liang Jiahao's alcohol tolerance. After the two bottles were emptied, their eyes began to blur as they talked more and more.
