After returning to the Huo residence, Huo Xuan immediately took out a few bottles of wine and sat in the living room before starting to drink. Xu Huan followed closely behind the man, not daring to take make a sound.
When the third empty bottle of wine appeared in front of him, Xu Huan finally couldn't hold back anymore. He snatched the wine glass from Huo Xuan's hand and advised with a worried expression, "Brother Huo, you can't drink anymore. Your injuries have just healed a little. If you continue to drink like this, not only will it be bad for your wounds, but you won't be able to stand it either!"
Huo Xuan waved his hand lightly and shook his head. He glared at Xu Huan as if he was blaming him for being a busybody. The man rejected him with an unfriendly tone, "It's none of your business. Give me back the wine!"
