However, at this moment, she really wanted to drink and needed to drink.

Looking at the brightly lit Lujiazui Financial District across the river...

Qiu Yiren drank and cried.

The river breeze blew through her long black hair, and her tears were dried as soon as they fell.

The light makeup on Ruzhuo's pretty face was already stained with tears. It made her look a little embarrassed, but it made her even more distressed.

The betrayal of her best friend and best friend completely broke her heart.

With that sad feeling, she just wanted to get drunk and cry.

Chen Zongheng just stood beside her, looking at her quietly.

He had never seen this woman cry.

Tonight was the first time he saw Qiu Yiren cry. And she cried so sadly.

"Can you lend me something?" Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she raised her pretty face as she looked at Chen Zongheng with drunken eyes.

"What?" Chen Zongheng was confused and looked at this woman.

"Can you lend me your shoulder?" Qiu Yiren stretched out her hand and pointed at his shoulder.

At this moment, Chen Zongheng was stunned.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and his body involuntarily took a step back.

Dangdang, the god of death from hell.

A terrifying existence that shook the entire Western world.

At this moment, I was actually frightened by...a woman's words...to take a step back?

This is simply.

If it spreads to the West, I'm afraid the entire dark world will be shaken.
Chapter completed!