C543 What a Waste of Food My Conscience Hurts

"A toast to the moon, a toast to my mother, to my beauty, and to my personality as a hooligan..." When Huaqi climbed to the top and sang, Lu Wanwan was already somewhat drunk.

It was rare that Jun Siming did not stop her from drinking, so she took the opportunity to drink a few glasses of beer.

She knew that Jun Siming was not a person who liked to be lively