Go home? Yang Yun turned his head, his eyes were exceptionally red. He threw off Xu Yan's hand and roared, "Nice, Xu Yan, has this old man not given you enough red envelopes over the years? During festivals, a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, Swiss luxury watches, '82 Lafite, even cars, and now you talk to me like this, you bastard."
Yang Yun was absolutely furious. Damn it, all the gifts over the years were like throwing meat buns to a dog.
"Oh oh, Officer Xu, not bad." Zhang Fan gave a sardonic laugh.
Xu Yan's calves were cramping. Fuck, Zhang Fan was a veteran in the Inspection Department. Damn it, if he hears all this, it would be disastrous.
Xu Yan hurriedly put his hand over Yang Yun's mouth and said in a chuckling manner to Zhang Fan, "Sorry, young man, my friend here has had too much to drink."
Zhang Fan looked at Yang Yun oddly. This guy is drunk? Impossible, there isn't a trace of alcohol on him.
