The group quickly returned to the outside of Red Sleeve House.
It was already late night.
The once-bustling Long Street was now only left with lonely lanterns swaying in the nighttime breeze.
Occasionally, a couple of late-night returners, drunk and staggering, would climb onto their family carriages.
As Ouyang Yingying dismounted, a man fortuitously walked out from Chunfeng Building diagonally opposite.
He was obviously drunk, walking unsteadily, while mumbling incessantly.
I'm not drunk, one more drink!
I'm not drunk...
Talking as he braced against a tree with one hand, trying to unzip his pants with the other.
Clearly, he couldn't hold in the urge to urinate and decided to relieve himself right there.
Jiang Yingying did not notice, still frantically searching around.
Ouyang Chengze narrowed his eyes, lightly flicked his toe on the ground, and a small stone shot towards that man.
It squarely hit the man's knee.
