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With the support of Ke Hanqing, Ji ZhanRui was standing in front of his house. His head was aching and his vision was blurry.

"What's going on?" As soon as Wu YiCai opened the door, the strong smell of alcohol wafted into his nose. Ji Zhanrui was leaning on Ke Hanqing's shoulder with a haggard expression. His half-closed eyes made it hard for people to see what he was feeling.

"Mother Wu