C418 I Wish You Good Luck

In a secluded corner, Zhenzhen saw a man slumped over on a chair, eyes tightly shut.

"How did he end up like this?" Zhenzhen stepped forward, taking off her jacket to drape it over him.

"No idea. He was already drunk when I got here," Yuan Hao shrugged, nudging a pile of fallen beer bottles with his foot. "He polished off all of these."

Zhenzhen glanced at the floor, her frown deepening