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After Wang Xiaojuan and her daughter went upstairs, Qin Yuanzhu looked at Wang Yu lying on the sofa, dead drunk, with a mind full of doubts about all beings.
Wang Yu had just blurted out a few words and mentioned the word "follow." Obviously, he had been tracking Zhou Qitian. Why would an assassin on a mission get drunk like a drowned rat?
Based on what Qin Yuanzhu knew about Wang Yu, he didn't think Wang Yu was the type to indulge in drinking. Yet now, Wang Yu was indeed this drunk; how could this be explained? Was it due to a bad mood or something else?
While Qin Yuanzhu was puzzling over this, Wang Yu slowly sat up with the support of the sofa, glanced at both Qin Yuanzhu and Qin Guodong, and then staggered into the kitchen.
The father and son Qin Yuanzhu did not know what he was up to and exchanged glances with each other. Only when they heard the sound of running water did they realize he had gone to wash his face.
