Lu Wanggui, who initially thought that she was not drunk, suddenly realized that she was drunk, but she did not look drunk.
It was so late. If he did not drive, how did he get here?
"Yes, I drove."
Xiang Xiaoyuan nodded with a smile. "Right. Then I have to come over tomorrow."
Yang Liu leaned against the shoe cabinet. "Okay, let's have lunch together tomorrow. There's a very delicious barbecue place nearby. I'll get you to try it out."
Xiang Xiaoyuan's brain, which had been corroded by the alcohol, was a little slow to react. However, when she heard the word barbecue, she nodded in agreement. "Yes, barbecue is good. Life is a little bitter. Eat some barbecue to nourish yourself."
Yang Liu also sighed. "Yes, you have to nourish yourself."
Lu Wanggui rubbed his temples. Once again, he was wrong. Both of them were quite drunk.
