In the study.
Zhang Zishi was already sprawled over the table, dead drunk, with a pile of roasted chicken bones beside him.
Watching this scene, Li Zhōujūn smiled faintly. Immortal Lord's Drunkenness had failed to get him drunk, and Li Zhōujūn had not used Fifty-Fifty's ability at all this time. Presumably, after drinking against Duàn Cāngqióng, an Immortal Emperor, his tolerance for alcohol had improved as well.
"Elder Li, Elder Shu Menglan has arrived." At that moment, Chan Yi came to the study door and said to Li Zhōujūn, "Elder Li, Elder Shu Menglan has arrived."
"What?!"
Sprawled over the wine table, Zhang Zishi sobered halfway in an instant upon hearing the name Shu Menglan. His face filled with astonishment. "How did she find this place?"
"She is?" Li Zhōujūn asked in confusion.
"Ahem, Shu Menglan is my wife." Zhang Zishi said awkwardly.
"I see, I see." Li Zhōujūn suddenly understood. It seemed Zhang Zishi was most likely henpecked.
Zhang Zishi seemed to see through Li Zhōujūn's thoughts. Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he said solemnly, "In my household, I have the final say. Menglan probably came to bring me hangover tea."
"That's good, then. Chan Yi, quickly invite Elder Shu Menglan over." Li Zhōujūn smiled.
"Yes, Elder!" Chan Yi's voice came from outside, along with footsteps gradually fading into the distance.
"Brother Li, you..."
Zhang Zishi widened his eyes and stared at Li Zhōujūn in disbelief.
We were drinking so merrily just now, and you sold me out the moment you turned around?
Was that really okay?
Li Zhōujūn smiled. "Elder Shu is Elder Zhang's wife, and she came to bring him hangover tea. Naturally, there was no reason to neglect her."
The corner of Zhang Zishi's mouth twitched. There was nothing wrong with that, except that he was