The night deepened, and the dinner party was nearing its end.
People leaving solo or in twos, threes, or groups were a common sight. "The Wolf of Wall Street" wasn't just a movie, it felt more like a documentary.
During the event, Lu Liang visited the restroom twice—once he smelled the scent of frying pork fat, and another time he overheard a woman's soft moan.
Therefore, claiming to be overwhelmed by alcohol, he had Xu Jiawei support him as he returned to his upstairs room to rest, with Little Wang seeing this and mimicking his actions, following right behind Lu Liang.
As soon as Lu Liang swiped his card and entered the room, Little Wang followed suit. Lu Liang's eyes cleared, and he looked at him disapprovingly, "What do you want?"
"Just squeezing in. I can sleep in the living room."
With a helpless look on his face, Little Wang pulled out clump after clump of paper from his pocket—each inscribed with a code.
