"You can really hold your liquor!"
"I'm already drunk, and you're still so sober..."
"My head's spinning a bit, walk slower..."
"Ouch—"
Unaware for a moment, Xu Fenglai lurched forward.
Song Niaoniao also let out a startled cry.
Then there was a "clang," and Xu Fenglai fell to the floor.
Song Niaoniao was greatly alarmed.
She hurried to help him up and saw that the man's forehead had already swollen quite a bit.
But perhaps because he was drunk, Xu Fenglai didn't seem to feel the pain and even chuckled "hehehehe."
Song Niaoniao, lost for words, asked, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, haha..." Xu Fenglai stretched out his hand, "Help me steady myself a bit..."
Song Niaoniao had no choice but to help him up again.
Fortunately, her room was right next to Xu Fenglai's, so after escoring him back, she turned and left.
Soon after, the smartphone on the coffee table rang.
Xu Fenglai, with his eyes closed, fumbled for a long time before answering the call, "Hello—"
