The banquet is coming to an end.
Someone knocks on the door.
Turned out to be the boss.
He seemed a bit flustered as he said, "The paparazzi have been onto us here, better leave through the back door."
Everyone was a bit panicked, but Sun Dasheng stayed calm, "Thanks for letting us know, boss. Let's go."
The back door leads to a dark alley.
They headed out, since it was a private gathering, naturally, they didn't bring any entourage.
Thus, Liu Shishi struggled to support the drunken Wu Qilong.
The other two, however, showed no intention of being good samaritans.
Liu Shishi dared not complain, though in her heart, she grumbled about her husband drinking so much, heavy as a rock.
After winding along, they reached the main street.
Yang Mi and Liu Shishi turned to Sun Dasheng, asking what to do next.
Sun Dasheng looked at his watch, it was past one in the morning.
At this hour, taxis are scarce, particularly due to this remote location, making it even rarer.
