Training

After a long time, the door in front of him opened. The action of lifting his leg to kick open the door slowly came down.

"Miss Zhi Lan, if you don't open the door, I will have to stand at the door and say it."

Zhao Qiyan did not have much patience to begin with, so naturally, his temper got worse after drinking too much. He felt that he had been waiting for a long time, but no one came out to open the door.

Putong.

A voice that was extremely clear in the darkness came out. Zhi Lan, who had been leaning on the door all this while, quickly opened it.

Yin Fufeng who was watching from afar anxiously rushed forward to meet Zhi Lan who had just opened the door, and slowly retreated back after seeing the situation, as though she was in a situation where she was useless, but to drink too much made Yin Fufeng's head hurt.

Zhi Lan looked at Zhao Qiyan, who was kneeling in front of his door, with reddened eyes, but he did not know what to do.