Chapter 250. How Short-Lived Is Juvenile Hemoptysis - Part 2

Mr. Hastings spoke and the worry is clearly reflecting in his tone and his face. Still holding the phone, I stood restlessly on the balcony and said faintly, "If he doesn't take care of himself, let him drink to death!"

"Ivelle," I can hear the frustration in their voice.

"Ivelle, are you still a human?" Mr. Hastings's cautious phone was snatched, and Jordan spoke to me with a strong and loud voice. Just listening to him I knew that he was very drunk.

"You don't know if I am a human? Jordan, I'd like to tell you that drinking in the middle of the night is not an excuse!. What, do you think you are still a kid? " I didn't know I was on a speaker at the other end.

Mr. Hastings was cautious gave a long whining to Jordan.

But it is estimated that it was pressed back by Jordan's eyes, and the person on the other end went still.

I am really not in the mood to continue talking about these useless things with him. I coldly said, "Jordan,