When Zhao Meimei first met Peng Hui, they were still elementary school kids. In the blink of an eye, over six years had passed.
Peng Hui was dressed like a camellia flower, and as soon as she spoke, her true nature was revealed: "Wow, Meimei, what happened to your brother to make him drink like this? What's going on?!"
Zhao Meimei had been crying so much that her vision blurred a bit. She wiped her face with her hand: "My brother drank too much while socializing, and I came to pick him up."
Peng Hui said: "He's so drunk he can barely stand. There's no way you can hold him up alone. Here, let me help you!
Zhao Meimei quickly thanked her, and Peng Hui generously waved: "Why are you being so polite with me! Don't be a stranger. Come on, I'll take this side, and you take that side!"
The two of them managed to get Shi Yang up and walked to the roadside to hail a taxi.
The taxi driver got out to help lift Shi Yang into the car, and only then did Zhao Meimei let out a long breath.
