Nolan Yan stood quietly holding him for a while, wanting to give him some support but also afraid that he would be too sad, so he patted Adrian Fu's shoulder and deliberately teased him: "My Lord, are you crying? Do you want me to comfort you?"
Of course, Adrian Fu couldn't allow himself to indulge in depression for too long. It was just that he rarely had the time to hang on to others, so he was a little reluctant to get up for a while, and said in a sullen voice: "Go away. Do you have any wine at home? Have a drink with me."
His tone didn't sound like a couple inviting each other for a drink, but more like an old man inviting his son to come and relieve his boredom. Nolan Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was about to blurt out "You can't drink", but suddenly changed his mind and thought that if he could drown his sorrows in wine and give him a chance to vent, it would be better than keeping everything in his heart like now.
"Yes." He said simply, "Wait a moment, I'll have someone get it."
Adrian Fu looked up in astonishment: "Did you take the wrong medicine? You're so easy to talk to!"
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