The three drunks were like pieces of sticky toffee, impossible to shake off.
Sang Ning had no choice but to ask the waiter to help pull them apart and retrieve their stored phones and bags.
She packed their phones into their bags and thoughtfully slung each one's small bag over their shoulders.
After all this, Sang Ning felt utterly drained—if she ever went out drinking with them again, she'd be a dog!
These female friends were unreliable, and the boyfriend wasn't any better.
Li Juezhou clearly knew Wen Jiu—couldn't he come and help out, like, move people around or something?
Sang Ning managed to drag them all to the bar's entrance and started feeling deeply troubled.
How on earth was she supposed to get three drunks home by herself?
Just as Sang Ning was despairing, an SUV she couldn't identify but that looked fairly high-end pulled up in front of her.
The car window slowly rolled down, and Li Juezhou poked his head out. "Sangsang, let's go home."
