Chapter 6

I shot a look at the security booth, sighed, and went to ask for help.

After struggling like crazy, we finally managed to haul Robin into the bedroom.

I slipped the security guard a few hundred bucks as a thank you.

Then I headed to the kitchen to make some hangover soup.

The ingredients spun around in the boiling water, white steam billowing up.

I zoned out for a moment.

After being Robin's hopeless simp for so many years, he was actually stolen by a fake girl.

It was so ridiculous.

I turned off the stove and poured out a…