Ye beisheng, Who am I?

Ye Beisheng was sitting in a pool of red wine in a daze. A big bump had appeared on her forehead because she had knocked into the cabinet.

She was so drunk that she did not even have the strength to stand up.

Huo Xiting's face grew colder. "Ye Beisheng!"

Uncle Zhang, who had heard the sound, was shocked for a moment. He hurriedly helped Ye Beisheng up and said, "Ninth master, I've already gone to make some hangover soup. You…"

Huo Xiting walked towards Ye Beisheng.

Who knew that when Ye Beisheng heard the words 'ninth master', her eyes suddenly turned serious. Then, she subconsciously took two steps back and her hands froze in mid-air.

The man's eyes darkened, but Encle Zhang could hear the murderous intent in his calm voice. "Ye Beisheng, you're injured. Come here."

A broken red wine bottle pricked Ye Beisheng's arm. The glass pierced her skin, and she sobbed pitifully, "It's none of your business!"