Zhou Ye casually waved a hand. "Let them stay at my place tonight."
He had a villa, after all. There were not enough rooms for everyone to have one each, but they could squeeze in if several people shared.
Zhou Ye had people divide them into groups according to how close they were and pack them into the guest rooms.
Whether they wanted to throw up or go crazy drunk later, they could torment their own people.
Finally, he looked at Ji Xi, who had been left alone. "That was careless. He doesn't have anyone he's close to."
Yan Xianjue said, "It's not like you're out of spare rooms. Just give him one of his own."
Zhou Ye thought about it and figured that worked. "Then I'll arrange for someone to keep an eye on him. Who knows if this is Ji Xi's first time getting drunk? What if he gets up in the middle of the night and cracks his head open?"
"Are you an old mother or something?" Yan Xianjue asked.
Zhou Ye said, "..."
Zhou Ye pointed at the door.
Though he did not say the word "get out," his attitude made it perfectly clear.
Yan Xianjue did not care. He waved the hand holding his phone. "All right, everything's arranged. I'm leaving."
Even though Yan Xianjue had called him an old mother, Zhou Ye could not help asking before he left, "You brought bodyguards today, right? Don't drive after drinking."
"I did... and I do know that much common sense," Yan Xianjue replied.
Zhou Ye could not be bothered with him. He was too lazy to go upstairs, so he flopped directly onto the sofa, pulled a blanket from who knew where over his belly, and drifted off in a daze.
Yan Xianjue got into the