'Sigh, the little guy must be really tired lately.' If he got drunk in the past, he would have started a ruckus long ago. But now, the little fella could only lie on the sofa, snoring away. He probably didn't have the energy to make a scene.
"You guys carry on. I'm going to take him back to his bed," Shen Yibin said, shaking his head as he picked up Hah'Er. Although the furball had eaten well, slept well, and put on quite a bit of weight at Shen Yibin's place, Shen Yibin was, after all, a man who'd been single for over twenty years. He had more than enough strength in his arms to carry the little guy with ease.
