At ten-thirty in the evening, Zhu Lin staggered out of the KTV, reeking of alcohol. His right arm was around a stylishly dressed, pretty young lady.
Who knows how much he drank inside; Zhu Lin was clearly a bit tipsy.
His speech was a bit slurred, but being a regular, he still managed to greet the staff as he left the door.
Outside, the night wind hit him, and his drunkenness grew even hazier.
"Jiajia, wait here for me, I need to take a piss!" Zhu Lin called out to his female companion, making his way familiarly to the alley next to the KTV.
"Can you handle it yourself? I told you to drink less, but you wouldn't listen!" Jiajia was genuinely concerned for him!
"A man can never admit he can't handle something. Wait till we're back at the motel, and you'll see if I can or can't..."
"You're awful!"
