"You go first," Jun Ye ordered his wife.
She felt he couldn't even stand properly and was worried.
Jun Ye had to speak again: "Isn't there someone else here?"
Which meant that he'd rather drag Shitou down with him than her.
What kind of brotherhood is this!
Shitou was mentally bleeding.
That said, of course, he couldn't let a woman like her deal with a task as physically demanding as helping a drunkard, especially since Shitou had just learned a secret this afternoon, making it even more impossible for Shen Jiayin to encounter danger.
"Shen Jiayin, you go ahead upstairs."
Since someone was willing to help, Shen Jiayin bypassed her husband and went up the stairs, still standing at the doorway, watching carefully as her husband slowly climbed the steps with Shitou's help.
Her husband entered the house and collapsed on the couch in the living room. Shitou pinched his nose, catching the aroma of alcohol emanating from him, and asked, "How much did you drink?"
"A bottle."
