C194 I Won't Come

"When?" Lin Mubei drank a mouthful of wine. The wine slid down the corner of his mouth, down his chin to his neck, and into his clothes. The cold feeling that was sticking to his skin spread all over his body.

Jun Tiancheng bent down and took out a purple invitation card from below and handed it to him. Lin Mubei took it and quickly glanced at it. He said, "It looks like an internal gathering