"I'm driving," Jiang Chengsi adjusted his Bluetooth headset.
"Are you coming out tonight? Just at your club."
"I have things to do today. Just put the bill under my name; it's on me as a farewell gift for you."
"..." Qi Zeyan frowned, the most idle person actually has no time, "What's so important that you won't see me? I'll tell you now, I'm not going to be in Beijing for the New Year; even if you want to see me, you won't be able to."
"You think I'd miss you?"
"Let's break up then."
"Are you a three-year-old child? If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."
He used to hang out with Qi Zeyan from school to work, so there wasn't a need for formalities.
But Qi Zeyan wasn't happy. When he met with Jiang Jinsang and others at the club, he started to complain frantically:
