Zhao Bin looks funny now. He is sitting on the roadside of a street in a bar with a pile of empty bottles that have been drunk.

"Boss, do you want to take your boss back and drink like this to get things done?"

"Do you think the boss will come with us when we pass now?"

Wentel looked at his colleagues and smiled bitterly. If he could persuade Zhao Bin, Zhao Bin would have gone home long ago.

He doesn't know what happened to Zhao Bin, but he probably can guess that he doesn't think Zhao Bin did wrong. After all, men's children are not in good spirits, let...