In the morning, Zhao Bin felt a pain in his back of the head, as if he had been beaten with a hammer.

Looking at the surroundings, he didn't know how to get back to his hotel. He didn't know how many drinks he had last night. In the end, Zhao Wushuang took the lead in sliding under the table.

Although the places they eat are not too high-end, they are also middle-and-high-end places after all, and the two alcoholics suddenly become the focus.

Finally, Zhao Bin drank too much. He was really happy that he had no relatives these years. Although his father's appearance made him feel the existence...