Shawn was silent.

Joe deliberately put the phone in his pocket. "I didn't say anything."

Shawn kicked him under the table. "How?"

"You can find out by calling her." Joe raised his eyebrows. "Shh, listen."

Joe called Gale swiftly.

Soon, Gale answered with a soft and gentle voice, "Hello, Mr. Joe."

Shawn's face suddenly became ugly.

She usually speaks so softly to others?

"Yes, it's me. Where are you now?"

"I have supper with Summer. I'll go home later."

Joe suppressed a smile and said solemnly, "Well. That's right. Your husband is drunk. Is it convenient for you to come and pick him up?"

'Drunk again?' Gale thought for a while and said, "Mr. Joe, actually...you can let him sleep at your house."

What happened to Shawn this time? He was crazy drunk.

Was he so distressed?

He had always been the only one who made others miserable.

Joe almost choked. "Ah, this... It's not good for two big men to sleep in one room?"

"Your house has more than one bedroom."

Joe coughed and said