Lu Yihan's colleague wrapped his arm around Luo Zhan's shoulder and hustled him over. With a wine glass in his hand, he declared, "Come on, bottoms up!"
Luo Zhan cast a quick glance at Lu Yihan before taking the wine glass and finishing its contents at one go. Everyone at the table burst out in applause,
"Good! Good alcohol tolerance," one of the friends said. "Yihan, your good friend has already drank it, and you're still not? Come on, falling out of love isn't a big deal. Why are you putting up such a fuss about it?"
The information this statement carried almost made Luo Zhan throw up the wine that he had just consumed. "Out of love?"
Wait… Falling out of love? This guy had fallen out of love? Had he been dumped? How was that possible?
"Yeah! Didn't you know?" The colleagues surrounding Lu Yihan nodded their heads and began to share juicy details of the matter.