"What's going on?" Old Master Lu was quite worried.
"He hasn't sobered up yet," Lu Heting said. "It's good enough that he's awake."
Old Master Lu got someone to help Lu Weijian to the second floor to rest.
Camilan had already woken up. Seeing Lu Weijian like this, her heart ached, and she followed them in to take care of him.
Su Bei asked Lu Heting in a low voice, "How much did he drink?"
"About the same as me. About 20 cans?"
Su Bei was speechless. Fortunately, he didn't drink much, so she wasn't worried.
Camilan accompanied Lu Weijian for a while before coming downstairs and saying, "It's nothing. I'll be fine soon."
However, when she thought about how much psychological trauma she had caused her son when she came back, she felt a little apologetic.
Back then, she had always wanted to come back but was afraid. It was exactly this situation that she was afraid of.
