The mournful groan made it seem as if Cheng was aware of every crime he had ever committed. Not because he was with Huaisang, but because everyone else heard it. As it happened! What the hell happened to him?! Cheng was upstanding and righteous and modest, wasn't he?

He was quiet for a moment as he drank, focusing on the sounds outside of their booth. There was still a low level of conversation, so it wasn't as if anyone was waiting for them.

"I did this during work," he admitted softly, still trying to process it.