The fingers instinctively clenched into fists, and the brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
"Something on your mind?" Rong Moyong squinted at him.
Xu Fenglai didn't speak, just picked up the glass on the table, poured himself a glass of red wine, and drank it down in one go.
Rong Moyong: "..."
Indeed, something is on his mind.
And it doesn't seem to be anything good.
After Xu Fenglai drank the wine, he placed the glass on the table and then picked up the wine bottle to pour for Rong Moyong.
But the man stopped him, "I drove, so I won't drink."
Xu Fenglai didn't speak, drank the red wine in one go again himself.
Rong Moyong raised an eyebrow, "No need for that, it's been over a month since the divorce, still drowning your sorrows in alcohol?"
"Cough cough cough…" Xu Fenglai choked.
He put down the glass, "It's not about the divorce."
"Oh?" Rong Moyong didn't believe it, "Looking at how absent-minded you are, if it's not for Awu, then who else could it be?"
