"There was no perpetrator, he was driving drunk."
Mo Guo: ...
Well, Mo Guo was speechless too; Wu Moxuan's father, Mo Guo definitely remembered him.
After all, they used to be neighbors, and he was indeed an uncle who loved to drink.
It's not impossible to say he drove drunk, but driving drunk means he has to bear all the responsibility; the pressure is still quite big.
"Oh, if that's all, I'll hang up first."
"Don't, Guoguo, don't hang up yet..."
"Is there anything else?"
"Guoguo, I bought you a New Year's gift... I want to give it to you in person."
"I don't want it."
"Giving it to you is my business. If you don't want it, you can throw it in the trash in front of me... I know you're spending New Year at Gu Xia's place. I'm now on that old street near Gu Xia's house, hoping you can come out to see me, please, Guoguo."
Mo Guo was again caught up in a struggle, but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation.
