The taste of shredded chicken aspic filled his mouth, and Jiang Jiu felt only disgust.
A few minutes later, You Jing and Sun Dayong were leaning on the table, asleep.
Jiang Jiu's stomach was churning like a turbulent river; he went to the restroom and vomited for a good while before coming out.
The young Sun Weiwei stood at the restroom door, offering a tissue, "Sister."
After rinsing his mouth, Jiang Jiu glanced at her, took the tissue, "Go to sleep."
He had no particular feelings for this little sister, but, after all, she was just a child; he couldn't bring himself to lash out in front of her.
Unexpectedly, Sun Weiwei spoke up, "Sister, are you leaving?"
Jiang Jiu didn't respond; he didn't know where to go.
