In the early morning, Shanghai was very quiet, especially on the small streets. It felt cold and lonely.
Lin Fan answered the phone. "Mmm. I'm here. It's alright, I didn't get drunk. I'm sending him back now."
Xu Zile was worried, so she made this call. When she found out that Mingyang had gotten drunk but Lin Fan wasn't drunk, she felt that it was strange. Did Brother Lin even drink?
Or has Brother Lin's alcohol tolerance really risen to such a scary level?
"I'm not drunk." Wang Mingyang was stumbling as he walked. But with Lin Fan supporting him, he didn't fall.
Lin Fan felt helpless as he saw Wang Mingyang's pitiful state. Previously, Wang Mingyang had been so energetic but he had gotten drunk so quickly. It really left Lin Fan helpless.
"Are you alright? I told you not to challenge me but you just had to. Now it feels bad, doesn't it?" said Lin Fan with a chuckle.
