Mo Heng obediently let go of her arm and took her hand, following behind her.
Song Ming glared resentfully and huffed, "Flaunting love! Hoping it ends quickly!"
The little maid had already guided Ji Bingchu over.
Just by looking at him, Ji Bingchu could guess how much he had drunk. "Did you win the drinking game?"
Song Ming didn't want to deal with him. He and Mo Heng were in cahoots, plotting against Pei Qin. If it failed, Pei Qin and her unborn child were at risk. He said he would take her soul back to the modern era—what if they couldn't return?
Ji Bingchu stepped forward to support him. "I'll take you back. You drank too much, don't even think about staying up late tonight!"
With Mo Heng drunk, and the incident at home, staying up late wouldn't be cheerful anymore.
Pei Qin bathed him like she was in a fight, fed him a sobering soup, and pressed him into bed. "Sleep well! Just sleep!"
