Mo Mo

Zhou Mo was filled with apologies and guilt. "Yes, I'm Zhou Mo."

"Zhou Mo? Miss Zhou is here?" Du Moliang, who was already lying on the floor, suddenly twitched and said to the lifeless figure on the sofa, "Han Chen! Your Miss Zhou is here! Get up quickly."

The three sober individuals in the room looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, really sorry. I'll take Han Chen back now," Zhou Mo apologized one after another.

After all, getting drunk at someone else's home and lying on the sofa like a dead pig was extremely impolite. But since Han Chen had already done that, lying drunk on the sofa like a dead pig, besides apologizing and taking him away, she didn't have any other choice.

Fortunately, Du Moyou was kind-hearted. She reminded, "A’Cheng, help Miss Zhou take Han Chen back. She can't do it alone."

Zhou Mo bowed and thanked them repeatedly.

Zhong Zhicheng helped Han Chen up from the sofa, and Zhou Mo reached out to support him from the other side.