She didn't know whether Homer was drunk or allergic, so she had to call the waiter.

"Miss, I suggest you take Huo to the hospital."

"I..."

"It's all right. I'll help you out."

Although the waiter said that he was holding Huo Miao, Huo Miao's body had been leaning on Mu Chudi, although not very strong, but she did not like to have too much physical contact with him.

Quickly, to the parking lot.

Hawthorne boarded the car with great pains, but his hand never let go.

"Miss, please follow us to the hospital."

The driver in front of me, Mu Chudi, doesn't know him, just can see from the...