"I..." Ji Mingqian faltered.
It seemed that he was indeed the first to give him the cold shoulder.
No, no, that wasn't right, it was clearly after he got drunk...
With that thought, his expression darkened again.
Across from him, Jiang Yisheng, seeing the constantly changing expressions on his face, was also thoroughly confused by him.
Ji Mingqian retorted self-righteously, "What was wrong with my attitude?"
He knew his alcohol tolerance was poor, yet he stubbornly drank, and after drinking, he caused trouble for him.
It was his fault.
Now bewildered by the yelling, Jiang Yisheng became irritated, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth, "You call this a good attitude now?"
He shifted his stance, adopting a more comfortable position, and continued, "Ji Mingqian, do you realize that 'bad temper' is written all over you right now?"
Bad temper?
Ji Mingqian's face darkened, and he was on the verge of exploding.
