"And also, why do you insist on getting drunk?" He leaned in, lifted Xia Yueqing's face, and asked her solemnly.
"Because I want to get drunk."
Xia Yueqing took another sip of her drink, her voice small and sounding like she was talking to herself.
"I don't want to save Xia Guangxue, I hate him."
"Hmm?" Pei Yiting was stunned, not expecting her to suddenly say this.
"I don't want to save him, he deserves it, I hope he'll stay in prison forever and never come out to harm others." Xia Yueqing wobbled as she tried to stand up and found her body was becoming unmanageable.
Hmm, is she drunk now?
Pei Yiting stretched his long arm, pulled Xia Yueqing into his embrace.
"Why? Do you hate your uncle that much?"
Pei Yiting had been curious about this before, but never found out why. Even after investigating, he couldn't find any useful information.
Xia Yueqing nodded with tear-filled eyes, "Yes, I hate him so much. Can I just not save him? This way, Pei Yiting won't be implicated."
