Yu Lingqian, holding a wine glass, walked to the rooftop garden and leaned casually across from Gu Yichen.
Whatever made Young Master Gu drown his sorrows in drink, it was unlikely to be a trivial matter.
Could it be...
Yu Lingqian's eyes flickered suddenly as a thought occurred to him.
He stared at Gu Yichen, his gaze unwavering, "Did you mention it to Xiao Jiu?"
Gu Yichen could hold his liquor well, but he seemed slightly tipsy at the moment.
He lightly lifted his eyes, "Young Master Yu truly has discerning eyes."
Yu Lingqian's eyes darkened, and after a moment, he swirled his wine and took a sip, his lips curving into a faint smile, "You must be crazy."
Gu Yichen set his wine glass aside, hands braced against the railing, and looked up at the pitch-black night sky, "I think I am crazy too."
