C616 Unconscious

The man tugged on Xue Hee's sleeve with his oily hands, "What's the rush of Miss Xue? Isn't it just a contract?"

The man still refused in a roundabout way. Xue Hee couldn't help but frown at the unpleasant smell of alcohol that assaulted her nose.

Her body swayed slightly and she almost fell down.

Although Xue Hee didn't drink as much as Wang Lulu