"Xiao, you're here? Come on in."
Ah Shuang spoke with a thick tongue. Xiao Rou nodded at him, then came in and immediately asked, "Where's Zhou Qi?"
"Brother Qi is upstairs."
Xiao Rou glanced around at them, politely greeted everyone, then headed straight upstairs. The smell of alcohol hit her—just like An Rui had said, it seemed everyone had drunk quite a bit.
Xiao Rou had been to Zhou Qi's room before, so she found it quickly and went in.
Zhou Qi was lying on the bed, one hand over his forehead. The moment Xiao Rou walked in, a sharp reek of alcohol rushed over.
How much did He drink? The whole villa was practically saturated with the smell of booze.
"Zhou Qi? ...Zhou Qi?"
She walked to the bedside and softly called him twice. He didn't respond. She reached out and moved his hand away. He still didn't react at all. Xiao Rou frowned. Was He really drunk to the point of blacking out?
