"He didn't say a word all night and sent everyone away?"
"What is he doing right now? What, drowning his sorrows in booze!"
"...I understand."
Murong Wei hung up the phone, her eyes faintly moving as she stood up, put on her coat, and went out the door.
The room was empty, with several empty bottles scattered on the ground.
Lan Xiu was half-lying on the couch, his legs propped up on the edge of the table, lifting his glass, and drained it in one gulp.
Half an hour later, outside the private room, Murong Wei nodded her thanks to the manager.
"Thank you. If this happens again in the future, please inform me."
"Not at all, serving Miss Murong is my honour. Please come in."
The manager bowed and retreated.
The moment the door opened, Murong Wei frowned.
The whole space was filled with the smell of alcohol, and bottles were scattered on the floor, the farthest one had rolled to the doorway.
Murong Wei stepped past it, and squatted in front of the drowsy Lan Xiu, bracing him.
