Throughout the next hour, Mo Shan had been looping between the action of chuckling and gargling alcohol like a machine. Zhaoyang could see her cheeks shaking as she lifted her head up and down when she laughed dramatically. And Zhaoyang could not bear to see those bottles she had cleared. She felt sorry for Mo Shan's stomach.
Soon she could not take the noises and the sharp smell of alcohol with the breath of people suffocating her, Zhaoyang excused herself and went to the washroom.
"Ughhhhhhh!" She opened the door, only to see Mo Shan hugging the stand puking.
"Mo Shan, if you can't drink anymore you could just stay out of the place tonight. I can inform your boss for you," said Lu Zhaoyang while washing her hands.
