Uncle Zheng was slightly stunned, but he simply heaved a sigh and said nothing more.
Upstairs, Li Beijue's gaze had already regained sobriety.
His drunkenness had mostly dissipated during the ride.
But now, his mind was still a mess, filled with everything that had happened tonight.
His head also hurt so much it was about to explode.
Li Beijue's footsteps were heavy, lacking the energy to continue working, so he went straight back to his bedroom.
But as soon as he entered, he heard his phone suddenly ring.
He was taken aback for a moment and took out his phone.
Then, after a single glance, his brow furrowed sharply.
The name Lu Qinger shone brightly on the screen, making him feel even more irritated.
Li Beijue did not hesitate to hang up the call and tossed the phone aside.
But to his surprise, the phone rang again the very next second!
Li Beijue grabbed the phone again, but it was still the same three characters.
"Tsk..."