ir had posted a photo about half an hour ago. She was with a group of eight people, all holding a


    ss of beer and toasting each other.


    The caption caught his eye.


    “Warning! Whoever gets a phone call, has to chug down one ss!” Eight phone numbers were


    mentioned beneath that, as if inviting people to call!


    Wesley knew at a nce that the Last number was ir’s. He wondered if anyone had called her. Was


    she drunk?


    The sses looked quite tall, even though they were slightly narrow.


    Still, she didn’t have a big appetite. Could she gulp one down?


    Actually, by the time Wesley could check her WeChat Moments, ir had already been forced to gulp


    down two sses of beer. Of the two calls she had received, one was from a ssmate she had in


    high school and the other one was from Orion.


    Joslyn, the birthday girl, had already received five calls.


    Unfortunately, the calls weren’t going to stop for her since everyone would want to wish her, oblivious of


    the rules of the game.


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    Just as the group had settled down after one of the calls, one of the boys received a call—from


    Hartwell!


    The boy wanted to cry when he heard what the voice from the other end of the line was saying.


    “Hi there. I’m Joslyn’s husband. Can you put her on the phone for me, please.”


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    The boy replied in an anguished tone, “Sir! Come on! You could have called your wife directly!”


    Hartwell nonchntly responded, “Oh, please! I saw her post and know all about your Little game. I


    wanted to talk to her so I just randomly picked up a number.” It was obvious why. He didn’t want his


    wife or


    ir to drink too much, so he had deliberately chosen a random number.


    The boy passed his phone to Joslyn, murmuring, “You know, your husband is such a sly fox. This one


    doesn’t count.”


    “Doesn’t count?” Everyone burst outughing.


    “You wish! You know the rules! Whoever gets a call has to chug it down! We didn’t have a restriction on


    the callers. Pop a ss down, now!” While Joslyn was busy talking to Hartwell on the phone, the boy


    was forced by the group to gulp a tall ss of beer in a single breath.


    “Hey honey,” Joslyn greeted her husband with a smile.


    Sighing helplessly, Hartwell cautioned her, “What’s this game you guys are doing? Take care, huh? I


    cannot be there, you know? Don’t drink too much and keep an eye out for ir too. Don’t let her drink


    too much either.”


    “Honey, it’s fine! It’s just beer.”


    Joslyn tried to calm him down. On the other end, Hartwell massaged his forehead.


    “Mmm, all right. But ir gets drunk easily. Take care of her. Wait for me when the party is over. I’ll


    come pick you up.”


    “Got it.”


    When she ended the call, Joslyn saw that ir was drinking her third ss of beer. Remembering what


    Hartwell had said, she hastily went over to help her.