C39 The aroma of drunk

With 9 million yuan in my pocket, I headed for my new apartment.

On the way, I looked at the large amount of text messages in my phone and felt a warm feeling rising from the bottom of my heart.

Most of the messages were from Zhao Jing. There were those that were concerned, those that were cursing me, and those that were worried about me.

I replied that I would be home soon.

Not long later