The corner of the box was crowded with people, and the laughter came from there.
Passing through the figures, I could see Wen Ye tilting his head back and drinking a full glass of red wine. Under the influence of alcohol, he frowned slightly.
Tang Jiaze stood a few steps away, looking down at him, his brows full of teasing: "Oh, Wen Ye, you can drink a lot! Do you want to continue? Don't let me be blamed if someone dies from drinking. I can't afford it."
Wen Ye wiped the wine stains from the corners of his lips with his fingertips. He showed no anger at his attitude and said calmly, "Continue."
Seeing that he was still indifferent, Tang Jiaze's eyes turned slightly colder, and the sneer on his lips became stronger: "You were the one who wanted to die, don't blame me for not stopping you."
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