Jiang Cheng wipes down the counter, humming along to the blaring sound of a drunk man singing at the top of his lungs.
~Can’t believe that I’m a fool again, I thought this love would ~
The man chokes on his own breath, wheezing slightly before he continues singing.
Jiang Cheng grins at the ridiculous display, though he laments the state of the man for a moment.
Freshly dumped and in need of a rebound is exactly his type. Drunk, however, is not. Jiang Cheng signals the DJ to fade out the music.
