Suddenly, Shang Kaijie stood up, his eyes bloodshot, completely congested.
He was staggering, but he steadied himself with one hand on the sofa and with the other hand tore open his collar, causing buttons to snap off his shirt and scatter onto the floor. Some hit the glass coffee table, making a crisp popping sound.
A woman tried to support him, but he forcefully pushed her away, causing her to collide with a lamp post behind her.
He promptly removed his sweater too, unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt, and, with his chest exposed, threw back his head and howled.
No one knew what he was going to do next.
The previously cheerful atmosphere immediately quieted down, although their booth had grown silent, the music in the dance floor was still playing.
On the stage, a woman in an evening gown was coquettishly singing a love song filled with tender emotion.
In the dance floor, couples were gracefully dancing.
Shang Kaijie staggered into the dance floor.
