Peggy Lewis once again asked a question from the depths of her soul, "Aren't you drunk?"
Lyke Zhekova replied very confidently and firmly, "I'm not drunk."
Peggy Lewis: "..."
Well, you're still drunk.
At this point in time, there are quite a few night owls in the group chat.
Or rather, everyone is here.
All lured out by the voice message sent by Lyke Zhekova.
Zachary Hamilton: "Wow, is that my brother Sonny's voice I heard?"
Jeff Sanders: "No doubt about it, it's Sonny. No one else could make him quake like that."
Walter Wells: "Cliff Wells has to bow to humility, we should pity him."
Zane Hamilton: "Fourth Uncle, where do you hide under Cliff Wells's desk to record this?"
By this point, Lyke Zhekova was indeed drunk, the characters on his mobile phone's virtual keyboard are all blurry in his eyes.
He is accustomed to the full keyboard layout. If it were switched to the 9-key format, he wouldn't know how to use it.
