C272 White Plum Blossom

It was already late at night. Ling Hai Han looked at Hua Zhang Yuan, who was still unconscious from the alcohol. The wine jugs on the floor were in a mess, and a few broken wine jugs were lying quietly on the floor.

"Things in this world are always so hard to come by." At this moment, Ling Haihan let out a long sigh.

It was unknown whether it was because it was late at night