Chi Shuyan's light voice rang out, startling Zhu Bocheng, who had just taken a sip of red wine, and he spat it out. After a while, Zhu Bocheng touched the cold sweat on his forehead and stuttered, "Cousin… Cousin, why is it you?"
Chi Shuyan vaguely heard singing and a jumble of sound on Zhu Bocheng's end. Chi Shuyan curled her lip and asked, "Brother Zhu, are you out?"
Zhu Bocheng also sobered up a bit. It was too noisy outside, so he went straight back to the private room and went to wash his face. At the thought that Sister Shuyan had heard all his dirty jokes earlier, Zhu Bocheng, who was usually thick-skinned, felt especially embarrassed at that moment, and couldn't squeeze out a smile.
Zhu Bocheng continued to chuckle awkwardly. "Cousin, I… I'm at a bar!"
"Brother Zhu, you're so free nowadays. Otherwise, why would you have the time to care about what Qi Zhenbai and I do in the bedroom?" Chi Shuyan curled her lip.