Ouyang Feng sat beside him curiously and began to take off her coat.

Ye Beicheng did not speak, but kept drinking.

His abnormal attitude attracted the attention of two close friends, and Philadelphia inquired, "What? Did you quarrel?

He was still silent, Ouyang Feng sighed: "It seems that there is a real quarrel."

Two people no longer ask more questions, one person took a cup to accompany him to drink, wine has always been sad, but usually more sad...

"North Brother, what the hell is going on? Don't go drinking, talk to your buddies."

Ouyang Feng couldn't help it. His worried face had not seen such silence in Beicheng for...