Ling Ye lay on the bed, suddenly pulling the little guy's tiny wrist over. That small, soft piece nearly got yanked off.
"Uncle Ye, haven't you sobered up from the alcohol yet?" Li Wanzi deeply suspected Ling Ye was throwing a drunken tantrum, his little face turning pale with fright as he hurriedly tried to save his sore little arm.
Uncle Minghan, come save Li Wanzi, someone's having a drunken tantrum here!
Seeing the little guy's pained expression, Ling Ye quickly let go apologetically, switching to a placating manner to comfort Li Wanzi: "Sweetie, I'm sorry, really sorry, Uncle got too excited and hurt you, didn't I? But, Uncle was really excited just now, could you tell me everything that happened last night?"
He looked like a creepy uncle, rambling incoherently.
"Uncle Ye, did you drink until you blacked out?"
