But, since he went to the prison to ask that woman, why did he end up coming here?
Ou Mucen was somewhat puzzled, but upon hearing from Ying Hao that he was there, he drove over, and sure enough, he saw the man lying among a pile of glass beer bottles, drunk like a dead dog.
How much did this bastard drink?
He frowned at the bottles rolling all over the floor, very angry. With a wave of his hand, he signaled Ying Hao and the others to lift the man from the floor and put him on the nearby sofa, and only then did he stride over to him.
"Ji Chengzhi? Ji Chengzhi?"
"Mmm... Don't bother me, I want to drink!"
Still drinking? You'll drink yourself to death!
Ou Mucen's expression turned even uglier. Glancing casually behind him, he saw there was still half a bucket of ice water meant for chilling beer on the coffee table. So without hesitation, he picked it up and poured it over the man's head.
"Ah—"
