"Smack!"
With a crisp sound, Zhao Tienan smacked Zhou Wenting's butt.
"Ah, that hurts..."
Zhou Wenting pouted, opening her sleepy eyes, letting out a coquettish whimper that stirred the imagination.
"Where's my dad's medicine?"
"My dad is still lying in the hospital, yet you have the nerve to get drunk and haven't even prepared the medicine. What on earth are you thinking about?"
Zhao Tienan was so angry he shook, wishing he could kick the woman in front of him off the bed.
"Zhao Tienan, I..."
"I was just too exhausted last night, feeling really oppressed. After leaving the hospital, I went to a bar with some girlfriends to drink a little and relax, but ended up drinking too much and slept until now."
Zhou Wenting scratched her head, looking panic-stricken as she spoke.
"Fine, is this how you take care of my dad?"
"I'll definitely tell him about this, let him fully understand what an unreliable person you are. You can just wait to be kicked out."
