C882 Dead at the Wedding

At night.

Noble Heir, who drank a lot was helped in, and the smell of alcohol was very strong.

Xiaoyu pulled Huangfu Qian along. "Let's go."

"If I don't leave, I still want to make a ruckus!" Huangfu Qian smiled eerily. She had already thought of a lot of ways to cause trouble.

Noble Heir shook his head. After he regained his senses