That evening, Fu Zhiyu was sent back to his apartment. He drove to the hotel where Susu stayed. He rang the bell several times and finally opened the door.

Su Su, a drunken man, watched the visitor shakily. His face was flushed with red because of drinking. Su Su's waist was hugged when he squeezed into the door, and his eyebrows frowned.

Drink so much?

"Seasonally, you're here." Su Su's blurred eyes, ambiguous voice, let Jiran's throat tighten,

"Do you know who I am?"

"Seasonally, only you will come, he will not, he will not answer my phone, whine..."

Su leaned against Seasonal, beat his chest, full of grievances will...