C817 Drunk indifference

After cooking all the dishes, it was already around 1.30pm. But Jiang Mochuan... Still no one.

'Bang! '

"…" At three o'clock, Chen Xi, who was sleeping on the sofa, suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. Following which, a tall silhouette appeared at the door.

There was no need to guess that Chen Xi knew that it was Jiang Mochuan.

Only Jiang Mochuan, who drank too much