Li Zixuan sprang up from the ground with a vigorous jump, then forced a cheerful smile and said.
"No problem, how could I have any problems? Let's go, let's go, it's already so late, let's have some barbecue."
He thought to himself, somewhat sinisterly: As soon as you get drunk, it'll be my chance!
At the open-air barbecue table.
"Keep the music playing and the drinks flowing."
Before long, he was retching and had diarrhea, and Wang Jie started to worry.
This idiot insists on showing off by drinking.
I drank so much and am fine, but he's about to drop dead.
Chen Qiaoqiao was not in good shape either, Wang Jie wanted to stop her, but she was too excitable from the drinking to listen.
So he decided to play the good Samaritan for once.
Li Zixuan was not hard to find after all, as a young master of the Li family, a big guy like him will be fine. But Chen Qiaoqiao was a problem, besides him, she didn't have any other close friends.
