"Uncle, I told you not to drink so much," Tang Yue looked at Tang Mingli, who was drunk and sprawled on the table, feeling an urge to just leave him there, especially since her own alcohol tolerance was poor.
"Xiao Yue, it's okay, your uncle is just happy," Deng Lanhua cuddled Leilei to sleep.
Qi Song said, "Why not let your uncle sleep over? It would save the trouble of the long trip back home."
"I'll take him," Mo Siyu pulled Tang Mingli up with one hand, and most of Tang Mingli's weight fell on Mo Siyu's shoulder. Tang Mingli was about the same size as Mo Siyu, but it still seemed effortless for Mo Siyu.
Mo Siyu was in a crisp shirt and trousers, looking dashing. His bronze skin and deep black eyes seemed to penetrate everything.
Tang Yue quickly averted her eyes, feeling a sense of urgency every time she was in front of Mo Siyu.
On her deathbed in her previous life, she truly wanted to return to the past and accompany Mo Siyu to make him less lonely.
