Hang Jin, the bastard, usually doesn't drink badly. How much did he drink today? He's so drunk that he can talk nonsense about liking her.

"What are you laughing at?" Hang Jin clenched his fist, wishing to beat her hard, "Chi Yangyang, you don't fucking know. I like you, I have always liked you."

"Okay, okay, the person you like is me. I didn't know it before, but now I know it. Be good, let's stop making trouble, let's go home first." He said that if he likes it, he likes it. She and a drunk What do you care about.