The two of them synchronized like gods, searching the entire house for Lu Mian.
They quickly spotted the very same Brother Mian who was messing with them just a moment ago, standing merely a meter away, hands clasped behind his back solemnly watching them.
This overwhelming sense of déjà vu...
"Brother Mian?"
Lu Mian didn't respond, his expression still very serious.
The two exchanged a look—could he be drunk?
"How much did we drink?" Shouhao pondered with a bottle in hand, thinking it wasn't really that much.
Lu Mian pinched the bridge of his nose. What Shouhao said casually, she answered with utmost seriousness.
"Today, each person had a bottle, and each bottle is 330 milliliters, this beer is 5% alcohol, so we can calculate that today, each of us has consumed 1.65 units of alcohol."
Fat Hao: ?
Shouhao: ?
"OK, now it's my turn to ask you," Lu Mian said as she extended a slender finger, slightly bowed her head, and casually strolled around the private room.
