Fang Ya'an puffed out her cheeks in anger, subconsciously muttering under her breath. Just as the woman was about to fall to the floor, Mo Longhai with a keen eye, firmly grasped her other arm, and together they helped this drunk woman onto the sofa in the main hall.
Only then did Fang Ya'an let out a faint sigh, casting a sideways glance at the woman and huffing, troublesome woman...
"I want wine, I want to drink more... Mo... Fang Ya'an... you're all bastards... scoundrels... pissed off this lady, be careful I'll... I'll make you... die... die wretchedly..." Honda Nobuko continued to curse intermittently.
Zi Yunsui walked over from afar, calmly observing this intoxicated woman. Her drunken cheeks were flushed red, the heavily made-up face was garishly beautiful, unbearably vulgar, where was the original pretty and pure look she first had? But one thing hadn't changed; whether drunk or sober, she was still the same fierce and domineering.
