"Yes, right now."
Su Qing's voice carried a gentle smile.
Over the phone, Chu Yiheng spoke indifferently, "I'm not free now. Let's talk later, or you can tell me over the phone what it's about, to see if I can help."
"Let's talk another day then, I'll tell you then."
Su Qing could not ask further and did not continue.
As she was about to hang up, she suddenly heard a voice from the other end of the phone.
It was the voice of a waiter, she knew they were at a club.
Su Qing immediately had her driver take her to the club.
Inside the private club.
Chu Yiheng returned to the private room and saw Mu Shaochen drinking from the bottle he had just placed under the table.
His handsome brows furrowed and he walked over quickly.
He reached out to snatch the wine glass from Mu Shaochen's hand but was dodged.
"Are you trying to drink yourself to death?"
Mu Shaochen looked up at him coldly. As the alcohol touched his lips, he smiled slightly, "I'm trying to see if I can get drunk."
