Chen Xiaolong slept for a very long time, a full eight or nine hours.
The alcohol numbed his brain and, coupled with the lack of proper rest these past days while worrying about how to deal with the affairs in the back hill, he was exhausted.
Now that Jiang Hao had suffered a great loss, it was no longer possible for him to take over the development rights of the back hill.
Chen Xiaolong's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.
Once he entered a deep sleep, his body slowly recovered, which was actually a good thing.
A night passed.
By the time Chen Xiaolong opened his eyes again, it was already noon the next day.
"Whew, I can't believe I slept that long, alcohol really screws things up."
Chen Xiaolong rubbed his temples, feeling as if his head was about to explode, his mouth sour with reflux.
The alcohol from last night seemed to have not yet fully metabolized, still lingering in his stomach, probably taking a couple of days to recover.
