"This is just unbelievable," one by one, as if they had agreed to do so, they all started vomiting together. The alcohol took effect so quickly they could hardly stand, and there was vomit all over the floor and furniture, the stench of nauseating disgust wafting over.
Liu Liyan was in a drunken stupor, and Zhao Yugang, on his own, was no match for the onslaught, unable to save the situation. The living room floor, sofas, and cushions, tables and chairs, there was vomit everywhere.
"Stop vomiting, stop vomiting."
Zhao Yugang shouted in anger, but Zheng Fushan and the others seemed determined to vomit until there was nothing left.
"Don't vomit anymore..."
Looking at his luxurious home, now disgustingly filthy in the blink of an eye, Zhao Yugang was on the verge of tears with regret. Why had he provided so much alcohol for these drunkards?
