Han Li walked in front, and Zhang Chaomei followed him and asked what he had just said.
"Oh, it's not good to go home full of alcohol, so I turned a corner yesterday and asked someone to drink a cup of tea to sober up."
Han Li's solemn words choked on Zhang Chaomei's prepared words. She didn't respond when she was about to go to the clinic.
Han Li ignored Zhang Chaomei behind him. When he got home, he scooped cold water from the jar and shouted at the inner room.
"Yingying takes the thermos and pours some hot water to wash my face."
"Here we are, but Brother Li, you didn't just wash before dinner