"Lin Zhenghui! Are you okay?" She saw Lin Zhenghui lying in the back seat of the small car.
"Hmm!" Lin Zhenghui responded groggily.
"I'll take Lin Zhuangguo back home first, then I'll take you home later." Guan Xiaohui looked at Lin Zhenghui lying in the back seat, not only drunk but also asleep.
The same was true for this good-for-nothing husband sitting in the passenger seat; every time he got drunk, he fell asleep until the next day.
Supporting a big, drunk man is a very tough task for a frail woman.
"Gosh, this missy is exhausted!" Guan Xiaohui propped him up on the sofa in the first-floor hall.
Then she brought over a thin blanket and draped it over him, cursing, "If you can't drink that much, stop embarrassing yourself; next time you do this, you're sleeping in the alley."
Lin Zhuangguo was drunk and asleep, unaware that his wife was scolding him.
However, Guan Xiaohui, not wearing a bra and still in her slip dress, thought about Lin Zhenghui still in the car.
