By 11:30 p.m., the meal had come to an end.

Lin Zhiming arranged for people to be sent away, and then he hid in the darkness alone.

Imperial Capital, in a hotel room.

"vomit!!"

Wang Zhiming lay on the wash basin and retched while facing the wash basin.

Because of the severe retching, the veins on Wang Zhiming's neck bulged.

After a long time, Wang Zhiming felt much better and walked out of the bathroom.

There was still some saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he looked very embarrassed.

When Wang Zhiming walked to the living room, his whole body froze suddenly, his eyes staring straight at the person sitting on the sofa.

"Lin Zhiming! Why are you here!?" Wang Zhiming asked nervously.

"Come here and see you, after all, my punch is not light." Lin Zhiming said with his legs crossed.

"Look at me? Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Just tell me what your purpose is." Wang Zhiming said.
Chapter completed!