Even drunk, Shen Yaxuan felt bitterness overflow in his heart the moment the conversation turned to that past event, like chewing on a bitter slice of sophora root.
He gave a bitter smile, "Huh, that night... I wish it were me being the man of that night. Unfortunately, it wasn't. It was Jingyan!"
The more Shen Yaxuan spoke, the softer and more ambiguous his voice became.
Xia Qingtian didn't catch what he said clearly.
"Shen Yaxuan, speak louder, say it again!" she leaned in closer, practically pressing her ear to Shen Yaxuan's mouth just so she could find the answer.
"The man of that night... wasn't me..." Shen Yaxuan responded.
And at that very moment.
The door to the private booth was thrown open.
The door crashed into the wall, creating a loud noise, successfully silencing Shen Yaxuan's voice.
Xia Qingtian, whose mind was on high alert, jumped in fright.
She irritatedly looked at the door, wanting to find out who was responsible for spoiling her plan, and...