"Drink this, it'll help with the alcohol."
"… thank you."
Zhongli Wuzhi murmured softly, spooning the soup gently before raising the bowl to his lips and gulping it down.
"It's like you're chugging the soup the way one chugs alcohol."
Song Lili couldn't help but mutter.
Zhongli set the bowl down, carelessly wiping his mouth.
"How much did you actually drink? Are you even clear-headed now?"
"I don't remember…"
Zhongli Wuzhi murmured.
Song Lili pursed her lips, folded her arms, and leaned back in her chair.
Despite the fact that Zhongli Wuzhi often quarreled with Lu Xiaoer for various reasons and frequently ran to the President Mansion to vent to Wen Nian,
he had never been as devoid of his usual spirit as he was today.
He looked like a walking corpse.
"This morning, I called Little Ear. But… she didn't really tell me anything, just that the two of you weren't suitable."
