However, when the two women stood side by side, they were like a pair of twin blossoms.
They added a brilliant splash of color to the entire party, naturally becoming the focus of every man's gaze.
Feng Mountain suddenly realized that an entire morning had passed, and he hadn't seen Frank at all.
Normally, whenever drinking was involved, he was guaranteed to show up.
As the saying goes, speak of the devil.
Just as Feng Mountain was wondering about him, Frank's slightly stooped figure slowly emerged from the crowd.
His face looked utterly haggard, his once-ruddy complexion now completely drained of color.
He didn't just look worn-out; it was as if he had aged several years in an instant. He was a completely different person from his usual self.
Frank staggered along, each step seeming to take a monumental effort.
He finally made it to a table, snatched a bottle of beer, and, without even looking, tore the cap off with his teeth.
