"End? Why is it ending so quickly?" Wang Mingyang suddenly responded with a face of confusion. His head was starting to throb.
Lin Fan looked at Wang Mingyang and started laughing. "If we don't end it, what do you want to do?"
At that moment, Lin Fan stood up and supported Wang Mingyang. Then, he looked at Wu Huanyue. "Help them to the room and let them sleep. They're already so drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Wang Mingyang allowed himself to be supported by Lin Fan but he still continued talking.
Lin Fan nodded. "Yeah, you're not drunk. You're not drunk at all."
"I'm really not drunk. "Wang Mingyang's feet felt as if they were floating. But with Lin Fan's support, he was very stable.
"Yep. No one said that you were drunk. Go and have a good sleep." Lin Fan didn't want to talk to a drunk person. No matter what he said, it would be useless.
By the next day, he wouldn't be able to remember it.
