Gu Xiyao took a few steps back, looking drowsy, clearly just woken up by his doorbell. Seeing Zhu Yiming questioning so guardedly, she instantly became more alert and hurriedly said, "Such a strong smell of alcohol, did Little Uncle drink?"
Zhu Yiming didn't care about much else, only thinking to get the person inside first. He walked in with big steps and placed the person on the sofa. The heating in the house was on full, but Gu Xiyao still quickly grabbed a blanket and covered Lu Beichen.
Although he was dead drunk, he was just deeply asleep, with that captivating face of his still bearing a hint of gentleness.
Gu Xiyao glanced at him, then said to Zhu Yiming, "Thank you, Doctor Zhu, for bringing Little Uncle back. But, how much did he actually drink? Little Uncle rarely drinks."
Zhu Yiming didn't answer, instead he asked, "Why are you here?"
