Are you drinking without me?

[ He demands as soon as Wen Kexing pauses for air, indignant. He'll get to the information in a moment, but he's still processing it, turning it over in his mind. There were certain things in Wen Kexing's voice that he wants to poke at, but that'll be best when he can sit across from him and see his expressions as well. Meanwhile, Zishu chooses to focus on the more immediate thing--a very familiar sound of an uncorking bottle. ]