The traffic police department seemed extraordinarily lively that night.
Song Chuyi was seated giddily on a chair.
In the restless room, a burly man was still wildly drunk. A few traffic policemen surrounded him but were tackled.
"Who are you things. How dare you catch me, do you know who I am? Even the Chief Police of this Northern City has to be respectful when he sees me," the drunkard shouted abusively without even being able to distinguish between the different directions.
Song Chuyi's temples throbbed. At that moment, he just wanted to find a bed and sleep for a while. The thing that he was worst at in his life was drinking, yet he got drunk twice in just a short period of half a month.
The worst part was, after getting to the station, he didn't have his phone and he didn't remember any numbers. Could it be that he would have to stay the night here?
