That night Lu Zhenzhen was also there. She thought Nan Jiaojiao wouldn't come and planned to casually have a few drinks and leave, but coincidentally, her drinking opponent was Chu Yao, that alcoholic madwoman.
She barely wet her lips when Chu Yao already had three glasses of Remy Martin, let out a burp, and you could tell from the smell that she was drunk. She dragged people around, warbling and starting to sing opera.
Lu Zhenzhen couldn't stand Chu Yao's irritating demeanor, more resentful than a turtle holding its breath in the deep sea for millennia.
Lu Zhenzhen was too lazy to take care of her and directly threw Chu Yao to Mo Tingshen.
When she was about to leave, she heard something happened on the 7th floor. Lu Zhenzhen paid extra attention, quietly went to the balcony to call Nan Jiaojiao, and when she heard the phone was out of the service area, she knew what was going on.
That night was chaotic, and no one noticed when she left.
