C113 Repulsion

On the other side, Ji Qingqing, who was wearing only an exposed bathrobe after washing up in Gu Beichuan's room, was waiting for him. She almost fell asleep when she realized something was wrong.

She hurriedly found the phone and called a middle-aged man at the wine table.

"Hey, godfather, did Gu Beichuan drink that glass of wine?" Ji Qingqing asked anxiously