Chương 1767: A Drunk Mind Speaks a Sober Heart (Part Twelve)

Zhou Shuang's eyes darted behind Wen Xuxu. She frowned as she asked, "That pretentious one isn't here right?"

"Does my presence affect you so much?"

Speak of the devil.

Young Master Yan's pleasant and deep voice traveled from the door. The next moment, he appeared.

He towered over them as he stood against the setting sun with his hands in his pockets. From top to toe, he exuded the dignified air and elegance he always possessed.

Zhou Shuang glanced at Yan Rusheng, and her lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Of course."

"Why do you keep on torturing Lu Yinan?" Yan Rusheng studied Zhou Shuang with a frown. "He is going crazy at this rate. He keeps pestering me to drink with him every night. It's disrupting my life."

Indeed, he pestered him every day.

The same thing happened to Ming Ansheng as well. So, the two men had to take turns to accompany him as he vented his frustrations.