The man didn't pay attention to anything else and hurriedly left.
Glancing at Annie Anne, who was already dead drunk beside him, Campbell Prickly reached out to support her and then gently patted her face.
"Annie Anne?"
"Oliver Hudson..."
Looking at the person in front of her, Annie Anne gradually saw the outline of another.
She raised her hand to gently touch Campbell Prickly's cheek, but the name she murmured was Oliver Hudson's.
"Why did you come back?"
"Annie Anne, I'm not Oliver Hudson, I'm Campbell Prickly, you've had too much to drink."
"I haven't drunk too much."
But clearly, Annie Anne could no longer recognize her current situation.
Agitated, she pushed Campbell Prickly's hand away, and as if bearing immense injustice, she suddenly grabbed Campbell's collar, bringing them closer.
"Oliver Hudson, what did I do wrong? How could you do this to me, why do you want to take revenge for past events on me? Why don't you just kill me!"
