“Let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s drink until we’re drunk!”
Shen Zhiyi shouted, and the others raised their glasses.
After three rounds of drinking, everyone’s spirits were even higher.
Lin Wanwan swept a glance at everyone and suddenly remembered a person who had been forgotten for a long time.
“Lu Zhanbei, why isn’t Mo Jiushang Here?”
Hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed past Mu Ge’s eyes.
“Sleeping.”
Lin Wanwan was amused, “24 hours a day. This god of sleep has at least 18 hours to sleep. Isn’t he afraid that his brain will rust from sleeping? It’s rare for everyone to gather together. Why Don’t you call him over to have some fun? It’ll save you from suffocating him.”
“I’ll try.”
Lu Zhanbei was not confident that he could call him out.
After picking up the phone, Mo Jiushang heard his request. The words of rejection were already on the tip of his tongue, but he changed his words again.
“You can, but you can’t disturb me for a month.”