Three rounds of wine, five flavors of dishes.
This winter hotpot warmed everyone until all their bodies tingled, three shots of grain liquor down, and even the blood inside seemed to surge and boil.
With the buzz from the alcohol, Li Yishan spilled out his whole situation to Zhang Fan, not holding anything back.
According to his own words, everything was normal, unless he got abnormal.
Li Yishan didn't want to waste words on this topic, and Zhang Fan wouldn't press further.
"I'll get off here."
A beam from the car headlights lit up the quiet alley; the car couldn't go further in, and if you walked to the end and turned the corner, that was Hongfu Garden.
Seeing that it was almost eleven at night, Zhang Fan knew Li Yishan's habits—usually, he'd be asleep by this time.
"I'm taking off then." Li Yishan gripped the steering wheel and called out a farewell.
"Drive safe."
