Long Linger stood frozen in place for a moment before nodding, "Okay!"
Uncle Long retreated, and as Long Linger was about to turn and go upstairs, a low voice suddenly came from the bedroom, "Come in!"
Long Linger hurriedly pushed the door open and went in.
Long Lingli wasn't lying on the bed; he was bare-chested, his upper body's contours were strong and sexy, and the white bandages around his chest seemed to have been freshly changed.
The bandage covered the injured area, but he seemed to care little about having been severely injured, standing next to the liquor cabinet, drinking.
He was drinking high-end foreign liquor, not in sips, but half a glass at a time, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the Martell was gone.
"Brother, stop drinking, you're so badly injured already. You're drinking more; you're asking for death!"
Long Linger stepped forward and directly grabbed the glass from Long Lingli's hand.
