Su Mubai · Conversa

Inside the private VIP booth, the dim lights flickered softly. A beautiful woman sat beside Su Mubai as he held a glass of whiskey, tilting his head back to take a sip, his Adam's apple bobbing with the swallow. Song Shiyan leaned over with a faint smirk on his face. After glancing briefly at the companion by Su Mubai's side, he turned back to look at him. "What? Broke up again?" Indeed, he had just ended another relationship. But wasn't that completely normal? Coming out for drinks was merely because he felt like drinking—there wasn't a shred of heartbreak in him. "Mmh-hmm." Song Shiyan chuckled, unable to resist teasing him. "Mubai, I'm telling you, even I don't change cars as fast as you go through dates." Su Mubai handed his empty glass to the woman beside him. She skillfully refilled it with fresh liquor and handed it back with both hands. "If the feeling's gone, why wouldn't I switch?" Su Mubai took the glass, waved his hand dismissively, and looked up at the line of servers standing straight against the wall. Pointing casually at one of them, he said, "You. Come here."