After a herculean effort, Liu Mang finally managed to get the three women into the upstairs room.
Climbing just a few flights of stairs was already too exhausting for him.
Somehow he had managed to bring the three women into the room and close the door, Liu Mang let out a huge sigh of relief, grateful to have arrived at last.
Lin Jiaojiao kept twisting her body, complaining incessantly, "Let go of me, let me go now, I want to drink, I want to drink. Just two bottles of alcohol can't defeat me, I, Lin Jiaojiao, can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, drinking one more bottle is definitely no problem..."
Lin Ziyan murmured resentfully, "Liu Mang, you bastard, do I even exist in your eyes, do I still have a place in your heart?"
Liu Mang couldn't say anything; this drunkard was really a pain to deal with.
All three of them reeked of sour alcohol, and Liu Mang hurried to usher them into the bathroom.
