"Yes." Abiao nodded.
"Thank you, Beikun, thank you, Brother Abiao."
Abiao smiled.
Yao Beikun had already left.
Ali watched them leave, supporting Wen Hao as they headed towards the door.
"Is he the legendary Beikun?" Wen Hao seemed to be trying to sober up.
"Mm."
"He looks very young."
"Mm, only in his twenties."
"No wonder."
"Wen Hao, where do you live?" Ali asked him.
They had already reached the entrance, and Ali struggled to help Wen Hao into the taxi.
Wen Hao leaned back in the taxi but suddenly didn't move at all, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes closed, pale-faced, looking very uncomfortable.
The taxi driver knew Ali quite well but couldn't help urging, "Sister Ali, where are we going?"
Looking at Wen Hao's state, Ali hesitated for a moment, "Let's go to my place."
The taxi driver nodded, smiling somewhat knowingly.
In their view, it was quite normal for a prostitute to often bring men home.
