"Chen Yuan has left, why are you still up there?"
Below, Wang Dafu called out Wang Ping's name.
Wang Ping took a deep breath, leaped down from the rooftop, his steps a bit unsteady, and shook his head:
"I know Yuan Ge'er has left, just wanted to be alone for a while."
"How much have you been drinking?"
Wang Dafu fanned his nose with his hand and grumbled.
He didn't like to drink, because drinking...
Previously, a girl had even said to him, "Sir, don't just * all the time, why not have some drink..."
Wang Dafu was disdainful of this; did he spend money to drink? Wouldn't it be more satisfying to drink at the tavern if he wanted to?
"Didn't drink much, don't you know my tolerance? Hand me the saber..."
Wang Ping said, reaching out to Wang Dafu.
"Wang Ping, what are you trying to do!"
Wang Dafu frowned and scolded angrily.
He thought Wang Ping was about to do something unspeakably wrong.
