"Benjamin! Stop crying."
Charlotte Shaw sat down beside Benjamin Shaw, reached out and patted his face. This strong smell of alcohol, just how much has this guy drunk?
Benjamin Shaw, who was crying vigorously, suddenly felt someone hitting his face in his hazy state. He instinctively raised his hand to wave away the hand slapping his cheek, still muttering, "Don't... bother me, get lost!"
He was so intoxicated that he didn't know where he was, let alone his sister was sitting next to him.
"You brat! Who are you telling to get lost?" Charlotte, knowing her brother was very drunk, couldn't help but retort.
"I don't care... who you are. I'm... not in the mood, if you know what's best... hurry... get lost." Benjamin was heavily drunk, his speech had become very slurred. He remained sprawled on the bed, completely unaware someone was sitting beside him.
This brat! He dares to call himself 'grandpa' in front of her.
