Wen Leqing's voice stopped abruptly, and her hazy eyes turned to the one who couldn't possibly be here.
The moment their eyes met, her fingertips that clenched the microphone gradually became cold, and then she suddenly smiled. "I drank so much that I even have hallucinations."
That being said, she froze there, holding the microphone tightly, and couldn't utter a word.
One minute ago, she was still yelling and swearing, but now even if she thought the man she saw was just a hallucination, she didn't dare to say another word. Seeing this, everyone sighed.
Wen Linhan walked over and looked condescendingly at the woman who was a head shorter than him, saying coldly, "Say what you just said again."
Wen Leqing put the microphone to her mouth and stared at the man next to her. She wondered why the hallucination was so real that she could even smell Wen Linhan.
