Just as he thought about this, Zhao's father chuckled heartily.
"I didn't pay attention to the weather forecast and had no idea there would be a torrential rain these days." Looking at Pei Yibai again, both had indeed drunk quite a lot today, and the hangover soup didn't seem to work.
The sound of the rain outside was getting louder, with lightning sparks illuminating the night with a crackling glow.
Zhao's father, watching the impressive intensity of the rain, muttered, "This rain, I'm afraid it won't stop anytime soon."
The rain is heavy, and Pei Chenyang drank so much, how can he go back?
Glancing at the time, it was already eleven o'clock.
Zhao's mother was an older mother, and she had gone to sleep early at this point, leaving only Zhao Mengmeng, who had fully slept for three days, without any hint of sleepiness.
