"Hey, brother, wait a minute."
In a daze, the man felt someone pat his shoulder. He turned around, squinting and opening his eyes repeatedly, until he finally saw it was Zheng Minghui, the same person he had just vomited on.
"What's up?"
The man asked, while Zheng Minghui rubbed his hands and giggled, "It's just... can you give me a bit of food?"
"You want food?" Hearing this request, the man's brow furrowed. He glanced at the people around, feeling their watchful eyes, and he immediately understood.
He was drunk, but he hadn't lost his thinking ability!
The guy in front of him seemed to think he was easy to talk to and wanted to take advantage of it to ask for something.
