Just as Wang Jie had hung up the phone, the door to the room suddenly opened again, and this time it was Li Ergou's wife, Zhang Meijuan, who opened the door.
"Wang Jie, brother, you're awake—I just heard you on the phone. Come and have some food."
"I made some hangover food especially for you and Ergou to nourish your stomachs. Otherwise, with all that drinking, your stomach is bound to suffer."
After saying that, Zhang Meijuan closed the door and left. On one side, Wang Jie laughed gratefully, quickly dressed, got up from the bed, and then tidied up the bedding and everything.
There on the couch, completely plastered, was Li Ergou, covering his face and chuckling while looking at Wang Jie.
"Damn it, I nearly drank myself to death last night. You bastard didn't even try to stop me."
At this moment, Wang Jie also couldn't help but laugh awkwardly.
