Li Shaobin was dumbfounded. Nothing could put words to the current loneliness he was feeling.
In the past, when Zhan Mingwei got married, he thought there was still Song Chuyi. When Song Chuyi got married, it was alright because there was still Yan Molun. However, now, even Old Yan had a girlfriend. Li Shaobin felt as though he was abandoned. "Old Yan, how could you do this? You promised me you wouldn't find a girlfriend before I did. How bored will I be now? You went back on your word."
Yan Molun asked lightly, "When did I promise you that?"
"You did, a while ago," Li Shaobin said angrily.
Yan Molun thought for a while and said, "Even if I did promise you, you can only blame yourself for being too slow in looking for a girlfriend. It's already been months, yet you're still unable to escape singlehood. I'm a normal man and I have my needs. I can't always rely on my left and right hand like you. I think I shouldn't have to wait for you."