"Where?" he asked again.

I didn't say anything.

Then there was a "got it" on the phone and he hung up.

After a while, he came wearing a duckbill cap, holding a bottle of Lafite in his hand.

After a few years, Shang Zheng had become even more steady.

"Want a drink?"

He walked in and skillfully changed his shoes.

He said he wanted to drink, but he walked into the kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles and brought it out.

"Aren't we supposed to drink?" I took out my cherished rum and brandy.

The pale yellow liquid slowly flowed down the side of the cup, the ice cubes swaying gently.

"Here, cheers!!" I raised my glass.

Shang Zheng's face changed and changed again, then he snatched the glass and poured it into his mouth:

"Still drinking?! Don't you know your own health condition?"

I know, my stomach is no longer suitable for drinking.

In the past, when I was with him, my stomach bled once, and since then, whenever he was present at social gatherings, he would help me block the alcohol.

Shang Zheng made me eat noodles and take medicine, and took me back to the room to rest.

"Don't worry, it's the same as before. I'll sleep on the sofa, call me if you need anything."

I slept deeply, and when I walked into the living room, I saw Shang Zheng holding my phone and talking on the phone.

"You have no right to interfere in my affairs with her."