The boy's skin was pale, and his handsome features appeared exceptionally striking.
Long Zitao slowly rose from the sofa, feeling as if his head were about to explode.
"Mr. Long, you're awake?"
"Huang Zhemin, why are you here?"
"It seems we drank too much. Everyone else left, and only we remained here."
Long Zitao glanced around. This was the VIP suite of the hotel where they had dined.
At the time, they had finished drinking and, feeling unsatisfied, had gone upstairs to sing at the karaoke lounge.
After that, he remembered nothing.
However, even if he drank too much, he shouldn't have been left here!
His assistant would have taken him away.
He frowned and checked himself and the other's clothes, still the same ones they had worn yesterday.
There were traces of spilled soup and other food stains, which seemed to reassure him that nothing unusual had happened.
"Mr. Long, would you like to take a shower? I'll step outside for now."
