Wang Hui entered the bathroom, leaned over the toilet, stuck his fingers down his throat, and vomited a big puddle of filth. Immediately, the bathroom was filled with the thick smell of alcohol, permeating the air with a dense alcoholic aroma.
After a while, Wang Hui came out of the bathroom and went into the living room. He looked significantly better, though still somewhat tipsy, walking unsteadily with light footsteps.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "No problem. Can we go now? Zhao Feilong is still waiting for us."
Wang Hui nodded, "We can go. How are we getting there?"
"There's no need for you to ask."
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Hui suddenly felt darkness before his eyes. When light reappeared, Zhao Feilong was already in front of him.
"Brother Wang Hui, come, have a drink, this is good wine!"
Zhao Feilong chuckled and handed over a glass of red wine.
