Lu Feng was reeking of alcohol, his eyes sunken and bloodshot, looking incredibly haggard.
How could this be the same suave Lu Feng she had seen before?
Wei Anning watched him stagger over in surprise at his presence. Lu Feng rubbed his eyes, feeling quite uncomfortable, "BOSS, do you have any hangover soup at your place?"
When the man spoke, his voice was raspy, like the sound from a gramophone in the old days, making one inexplicably feel desolate.
Wei Anning rolled up her sleeves, "We don't have any hangover soup at home, I'll make some."
Just as she took a step, she was pulled back by the silent man. Leng Youchen looked coldly at Lu Feng, "You mess yourself up and dare trouble my wife to personally cook for you?"
Lu Feng felt a chill sweep over him, and he immediately felt cold all over, hurriedly saying, "I dare not bother the lady; I'll just buy a portion outside."
