When the two arrived, Cheng Hao was about to collapse. He had already gone to the restroom three times, and seeing them, it was as if he saw saviors, "Li Shao, Su Shao, you two finally came. If you didn't come, I'm afraid I'd drink myself to death. I've been drinking for two days straight, so I'll go back first."
Su Junhao and Li Zijia looked at Nan Sichen, both frowned slightly, then patted Cheng Hao's shoulder, "Thanks, brother."
"No worries. I'm leaving now." Cheng Hao staggered out, and as soon as he stepped out the door, he began to vomit.
Nan Sichen didn't speak nor eat anything. He hadn't eaten for two days, focusing solely on drinking. It seemed all that remained in his eyes was alcohol.
Su Junhao snatched the bottle from him, "Stop drinking. It's just a woman, isn't it? When I broke up, I only drank a few bottles. You've already built a mountain of empties."
Li Zijia glared at him, "Is this how you console someone? You're comparing your own situation."
