C108 Nothing is wrong

The drunk Han Muchen fiercely patted his head, "Where's my phone?"

With that, he started to frantically search for his phone on the small sofa. With a frown, he felt like he just tore down the sofa. The yellow-hair and his lackeys stood behind Han Muchen without even daring to breathe.

"Where's my phone?" Han Muchen grabbed a pillow from a sofa and threw it against the wall