Before Xia Lu could reach Lin Xilin, she was suddenly pulled back by Zhou Mingchen.
"Go rest if you're too drunk," Zhou Mingchen frowned, "It's late, no need to chat with guests."
"Haha, chatting?" Zhou Xinyao chuckled twice behind them, but seeing Zhou Mingchen's expression, she quickly stopped.
She knew the situation was tense, Xia Lu was drunk, and Zhou Mingchen was in a bad mood; it wasn't a good time for conversation. Besides, with a drunk person here, even if she made sarcastic comments, Xia Lu might not even realize it. After sleeping it off, she might forget everything the next day, making it a wasted effort!
With that thought, Zhou Xinyao decided it was better to leave.
"Since I've delivered the phone, let's go." She walked over and took Lin Xilin's hand, "Let's leave, it's getting late."
Zhou Mingchen didn't intend to stop them; he ought to thank them for delivering the phone at this hour.
"Thank you." He turned to the two who were about to leave.
