After drinking, we could only arrange a car to pick us up.
Wu Guangjiang was assisted into the car.
Even though it was just beer today, he seemed more intoxicated than yesterday.
The streets were bustling with traffic.
The galaxy flowed across the night sky.
"You guys don't need to come tomorrow."
In the luxurious business car, Martial Saint Jiang Chen sat opposite Lan's mother, while Wu Guangjiang had already dozed off, even snoring.
"Mom, I'll take you to the airport."
Lan's mother shook her head, "Listen to your mom."
Lan's mother probably didn't want to add to the sadness of parting.
"Then I'll send someone to see off Uncle and Aunt tomorrow."
Jiang Chen spoke considerately.
Lan's mother smiled, waiting for her husband to fall asleep, she then said, "Jiang, you've been wronged."
Martial Saint immediately chimed in, unwilling to be lonely, glancing at the soundly sleeping Wu Guangjiang.
