Thinking of this, Chen Bin looked at Wang Jun, who was silently drinking on the sofa.
The guilt in his heart grew stronger.
"Godfather, it's so boring to drink alone. Let me drink with you."
Wang Jun did not speak, just quietly watched the TV.
Chen Bin also dared not speak and could only sit silently beside him.
It was unclear how much time had passed before Wang Jun finally finished an entire bottle of baijiu.
He then drunkenly collapsed onto the sofa.
Seeing this, Chen Bin immediately helped him into the bedroom with Zhao Xinmei.
During this process, Wang Jun kept muttering that he wasn't drunk.
After laying him down on the bed, Zhao Xinmei didn't show any hint of complaint.
She bent over and started to take off Wang Jun's shoes.
The latter suddenly sat up and grabbed Zhao Xinmei's arm.
He stared at her with bloodshot eyes.
Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but ask, "What is it, do you want to throw up?"
"Xinmei, tell me the truth, do you have someone else outside?"
