Tang Mubai put down the bowl and chased after her, watching her vomit like the world was spinning, his brow furrowed tightly.
Tang Nian vomited, flushed the toilet, then leaned against it for a moment to recover, rinsed her mouth, and looked up at the mirror, only to find her complexion was terrible.
"Why do I look like a ghost?"
"What do you think? Do you remember what you did yesterday?"
"Yesterday..." Tang Nian closed her eyes and thought for a while, then nodded, "I remember, I went singing, and you wouldn't let me sing."
"And what else?"
"What else...? What else?"
Tang Mubai snorted lightly, his complexion wasn't good either, "You don't remember anything else?"
Tang Nian pressed her temple and tried hard to remember, "I seem to... also asked someone to sing with me?"
"And what else?"
