"Are you out of love? Me too."
"Come, cheers for our fate!"
"Handsome, what's your name? What do you think of me?"
"Why don't we get together and let those two scums move aside!"
"Let's continue drinking!"
Just as Noah was about to answer the call, he found that Lyric was already drunk, so he was very confused. He quickly squeezed forward and grabbed Lyric's hand.
Lyric's eyes were wide open as she turned to look at Noah. "Hic... Who, who are you?"
The man sitting opposite Lyric got up and stared at Noah warily. "Who are you? Are you the jerk she mentioned?"
Noah was speechless. "I'm not a jerk. Please behave yourself, sir. I'm a friend of this lady. I'm taking her home now."
"You said that you are her friend. How can you prove it? I can say that you came to the bar to pick corpses!"