"No Zagangla, just a few words of advice." Ding Yiyi laughed and said that when she heard the sound of a bottle thrown on the table next to her, Shuibei drank the most, but except for her reddish face, she looked the same as usual.

Ding Yiyi got up and sat beside her, holding the bottle in one hand, half joking and half caring, and said, "What's wrong today? Why do we all like drinking so much? The chief executive will be angry if he can't get up tomorrow."

"Yeah, if we go, it's almost time. My doll is still at home. I'm not sure if I give it to...