Tang Feng woke up the next day to find it was already past ten in the morning.
He then realized he had actually slept in a hotel.
He couldn't help but feel secretly relieved. Thankfully, he was a man, or with the state he was in last night, completely out of it from drinking too much, he might have been corpse-picked.
Corpse picking?
How did he end up here last night?
He hurriedly checked his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief when he found them intact.
Just then, he noticed a note under the nightstand lamp. Picking it up, he saw a line written in delicate handwriting.
"Poor tolerance for alcohol and still acting tough. Next time you get this drunk, I'll throw you onto the streets."
There was even a cartoon pig's head drawn at the end.
It must be Xu Xinling for sure.
This woman, too, what a wasted opportunity. She didn't take advantage of the situation.
