Carl was sitting in a private room in the club, and there were many empty bottles on the coffee table, but he was still drinking one glass after another.

Anna sat beside him, but she couldn't stop him, "Carl, stop drinking. If you keep drinking, you're going to have stomachache."

She tried to take away the glass from his hand, but he pushed it away.

"Anna, you leave me alone."

He was clogged up inside. What else could he do but drink here?

Did he have to go back and confront Alice?

Even if he didn't see her, the moment he saw her, the thought of her with Eric, he...