"No." Ruan Hao said, looking at Ruan Feng's slightly pained expression. He bluntly said, "That girl likes to overthink things. Instead, your move to avoid her today might make her feel sad."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Feng's movements stiffened, and he more painfully lowered his gaze.
He knew; when he looked into her eyes today, he already knew. But he really felt ashamed to face her.
Ruan Feng stopped speaking and just kept drinking one glass after another. Ruan Hao watched but didn't stop him, letting him drink, only occasionally offering him some food.
Gradually, Ruan Feng started to show signs of being drunk.
He kept babbling, saying nothing but words of apology, sometimes saying sorry to this person, sometimes to that person, until he finally passed out drunk at the dining table.
After settling the bill, Ruan Hao helped him up and walked out of the restaurant, placing him in the back seat.
