A drunk man staggered past with unsteady steps. The two just about to leave quickly got out of his way, but to their surprise, this guy, as if deliberately messing with them, stumbled to their front and suddenly bent over, vomiting all over the ground.
The white, sour-smelling substance splashed all over Zheng Minghui's pants. He was about to curse out loud, but in the next second, he realized his situation and quickly closed his mouth.
The man, not accustomed to drinking, had suddenly consumed so much cheap liquor. Even though he was a Level 4 New Human, he felt uncomfortable, with his stomach cramping continually. After finally steadying himself, he glanced at the nearby Zheng Minghui, who was covered in his vomit, and without showing arrogance just because Zheng was an ordinary person, he weakly apologized, "Sorry, I couldn't control it. How about I... uh... ugh~ sorry... How about you wait here, and I go... get you a new pair?"
