"Sure, as long as I, the drunk, have liquor to drink, you'll never go thirsty," the drunk said while eating noodles, not even glancing at Qing Yi as he spoke.
Though his words sounded noble, they were said without much sincerity.
But Qing Yi knew he meant it.
Of course, he was also well aware that had Bai Yi said those words today, the drunk's response would have been the same.
Because to the drunk, it really didn't matter...
As long as he had money on him, he'd truly be willing to spend it on you.
If you cooked him a bowl of noodles, or drank with him, or chatted for a while, and then asked him for a car, if he had one, he'd be willing to give it to you.
Because he simply didn't care about those things.
Although his response seemed indifferent, Qing Yi still laughed.
Then, with a bit of disdain, he said, "I'd rather support you than rely on you."
"That's fine by me," the drunk said nonchalantly.