The dawn broke through the clouds, painting the eastern sky in shades of red.
"Morning, A Ying!"
Le Zhao, who had just pushed the door open, stretched lazily and called out.
Xuan Ying ignored him, carrying something as he walked past, looking somewhat unwell.
"Uh..." He looked at Duan Yunfei and asked, "What's up with him? Why is he ignoring me?"
Normally, he'd at least grunt in response.
Duan Yunfei smirked without a real smile and said, "If a drunkard vomited all over you, would you still want to talk to them?"
"What?" Le Zhao exclaimed in frustration, "Was it Yan Yijie? I told you he couldn't hold his liquor, yet he insisted on drinking more!"
"Ha—" Duan Yunfei sneered, "You, with your measly half a jin, dare to laugh at someone who can drink eight liang."
After speaking, Duan Yunfei passed by him and went downstairs first.
