"Sigh—" Zhao Wensheng sighed as he noted that Gao Dashuai didn't know how to work. While doing so, he pulled out a prescription from his pocket, jotting down a few words, and told Gao Dashuai to go to a nearby pharmacy to buy some sleeping pills.
Gao Dashuai pocketed the prescription and immediately dashed out. He was indeed anxious, having spent the whole day drinking pineapple beer with Ye without getting drunk.
As soon as Gao Dashuai ran out, Yao Ye, holding a wine glass, turned his eyes to the recently arrived Zhao Wensheng: "He's gone, will you drink with me?"
Zhao Wensheng adjusted his glasses, smiling gently: "If Yao Ke opens his mouth, of course I'll lay down my life to accompany a gentleman."
Seeing his smile, Yao Ye wasn't satisfied: "Are you laughing at me in your gut?"
"Me, how dare I?" Zhao Wensheng was taken aback.
