C74 The ugly face of a nouveau riche
We still had not finished eating so many kebabs, but Ding Jiawei and I had already drunk too much. Maybe it was because we had spoken from the bottom of our hearts, infecting our lonely hearts, or maybe it was because both of us had difficulties with each other, and it was difficult to say what had happened.
"Get up, I'll send you two home!"
"No need