Han Zhijin?
Why is he here?
Hadn't he left already?
With a puzzled frown, Xia Wan'an turned around and rushed to Han Zhijin, who was slumped on the ground.
"Han Zhijin?"
Xia Wan'an called out to Han Zhijin, but he ignored her and kept pouring alcohol into his mouth.
"Han Zhijin!" Xia Wan'an raised her voice and called out again, and seeing no response, she extended her foot and kicked his shin.
Han Zhijin shifted his legs aside, not even giving Xia Wan'an a glance. Seeing that his can was empty, he threw it forward without any manners and then took another can of beer from the shopping bag next to him.
Such a troublemaker, never giving anyone a break!
Thinking this, Xia Wan'an, unable to contain her anger, lifted her leg and kicked Han Zhijin again, "Han Zhijin, are you itching for a beating? Do you think I won't hit you!"
