In the first year of junior high school, he had a bad drinking capacity, but he knew that Everett Yan had a good drinking capacity, so he was mentally prepared for the drinking game between Uncle Yan and Cui Yi, which even Everett Yan did not dare to join.
But they still didn't expect that two people could drink so much wine. The wine Everett Yan bought was gone, and they drank iced black tea for a while.
When the two of them finally fell asleep on the sofa one by one, it was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night.
Looking at the mess on the table and on the ground, Miles Chu, who had the soul of a long-term worker for many years, was so sleepy that he didn't want to move.
"Nevermind," Everett Yan sat against the wall on the bay window, his legs swinging back and forth, "We'll clean it up tomorrow."
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