Lance Howling panicked and ran to the kitchen. He saw her struggling on the dining table, her hair falling without a hint of alertness. Lance picked up the bottle of wine to see, noticing that it was almost half empty. In shock, he stared at Deborah, silently admiring how good her drinking was: "Come on, go to sleep, don't drink anymore. Are you trying to ruin my mother's good night's sleep?"
Lance Howling was just about to help her when Deborah scratched her face.
“Let go of me, you clumsy cat. I only know how to eat in a clumsy way all day and dare not take the main road. Why don't you eat, Natalie? She is delicious too. Oh my God! Delicious!" Deborah squealed while Lance clutched his face in pain. He angrily picked her up in his arms.
“Be quiet! Don't let your mother wake up, okay?"
