At the same time, many people in the refugee camp were looking up at the star-filled sky, whispering "Happy New Year."
The dishes on the table were swept clean, and when Su Mo saw Zhao Changsheng walking out with a beer and Li Qian about to follow, she pinched Lu Chen's arm, "I'll go take a look."
She stopped Li Qian from following, and Su Mo shook the coat in her hand that she didn't know when she had picked up, "I'll go take a look."
Li Qian pondered for a moment and then finally nodded.
She took a beer and went up to the rooftop, where Zhao Changsheng was sitting on the ground, chugging down the liquor, somewhat tipsy.
Su Mo sat beside her, draping the jacket over her shoulders, "What are you doing here alone?"
Zhao Changsheng sighed and, feeling perturbed, leaned her head against Su Mo's ear, speaking slowly, "Baby Mo, haven't you always wanted to know why I resist Li Qian so much?"
