"Qu xiujie, are you going back to your room?"
Charlie's bodyguard looked at him, his expression becoming uneasy. It was really shocking for such a drunkard to walk upstairs with such shaky steps.
"You have to be careful. Don't miss the stairs. If you miss it, it won't be good. You're already so old, don't look for trouble for yourself."
Charlie's bodyguard's words entered qu xiujie's ears word by word. He still wanted to cherish his life. If he were to be sent to the King of Hell so easily, wouldn't he not be able to see Mao Nana?
"I know, thank you."
Qu xiujie stopped in his tracks, giving Charlie a shock.
"You don't have to thank me. If you want to go upstairs, so be it. I don't care about you anymore. But why are you still holding onto a bottle of wine? that bottle is empty. If you want to drink, I'll get you a new bottle. Give me this bottle."
Charlie's bodyguard saw qu xiujie's hand holding the bottle tightly, as if he was holding something precious.
