Liu Mou had barely stepped outside when the mocking laughter of Mr. Liu and Zhu Ziming amplified continuously in the corridor, even carrying a hint of teasing.
At this moment, Liu Mou couldn't worry about that anymore and could only focus on his uncomfortable stomach. After reaching the bathroom, he used his True Qi to expel all the alcohol from his body, but despite his efforts, there was still some residue left inside that he couldn't get rid of.
Back in the ward, Liu Mou sat quietly to one side, his mind slowly becoming murky, as if he was about to fall asleep at any second.
Seeing this, Mr. Liu's heart was filled with regret. He thought to himself that if Liu Mou could drink, then he would have another drinking buddy. But alas, Liu Mou had suffered this ordeal today.
"Old Brother, what do you plan to do next? Don't tell me you're just going to let it go? You know there's still that most powerful guy who escaped that day," Zhu Ziming asked with a frown.
