The floor was littered with empty wine bottles, and Gong Shaoyu was slumped on the sofa, sleeping drunkenly.
Walking over to him, I nudged his calf with my foot, but he had no intention of waking up.
Turning around, I said to the hotel manager, "You have twenty minutes to wake him up. Also, prepare a set of clothes for him. Once he's awake, let him change to avoid catching a cold."
After saying that, I walked over to the sofa on the side and sat down, elegantly crossing my legs, quietly waiting for Gong Shaoyu to sober up.
A dozen minutes later, in the bathtub of the washroom, Gong Shaoyu blinked groggily, his clothes soaked through.
Beichen Rui had ordered someone to help him sober up, and the manager had helped him into the washroom, attempting to wake him with water, but didn't use cold water. After all, with the weather so cold, using cold water would definitely result in a cold.
"Awake?"
