Zhao Sanlin woke up early in the morning, his head splitting with pain. After opening his eyes, he gave his head a few knocks. Cheap alcohol is just cheap alcohol; no matter how you romanticize it, it's still subpar. It really gets to your head and makes you feel awful after getting drunk.
"Hey, how come I spent the night sleeping here?"
Zhao Sanlin walked out of the shack and saw Jiang Xiaobai sitting in the courtyard outside. On the table were the leftovers from what they had eaten last night.
"Boss, didn't you sleep at all last night?"
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Yeah, because you took up the bed."
Zhao Sanlin said, "I'm really sorry. I got drunk and passed out, didn't know anything. Boss, I'm leaving, you should go inside and get some sleep."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Wash your face and have a smoke before you go, get yourself together. Otherwise, you shouldn't drive."
