"Oh my, 19-degree beer?"
Zhou Wenhui suddenly cursed.
Upon hearing this, Yang Fan picked up the bottle to look and couldn't help but chuckle, "No wonder everyone toppled over."
It was Yang Yuan's first time drinking alcohol. The sister-in-law usually didn't touch it either, but tonight she had downed quite a few bottles. With this potency, it's no surprise they were knocked out.
As he spoke, Fourth Aunt also slowly toppled over on the couch like a wobbly weebly.
A moment later, faint snoring could be heard.
Yang Fan and Little Mother looked at each other, at a loss.
"Fanzi, what should we do now?" Zhou Wenhui asked with a helpless chuckle, "Right now, I'm also feeling quite dizzy, I probably can't even walk steady, I can just about manage myself."
"Can you barely help one person?" Yang Fan asked.
Zhou Wenhui gestured with her eyes at Ye Tong and the other two, "Look at the state of these three, how can they be helped up?"
