Early the next morning, Brother Zhao, who had been hungover all night, opened his eyes and almost passed out. He had drunk far too much the night before, and now, waking up felt like his brain had been split in half, making him want to bang his head against the wall from the discomfort.
Looking at Xu Ke, who was sleeping soundly on the other bed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of envy.
Brother Zhao quietly got ready and left the room. The sound of the door closing resounded in the extremely quiet room, and Xu Ke, who had been seemingly asleep, opened his eyes, looking clear and awake, not at all like he had been sleeping.
He looked at the closed door, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, and then he closed his eyes again, this time truly falling asleep.
However, Xu Ke did not sleep for long before Brother Zhao woke him up.
"Wake up quickly, we need to leave," Brother Zhao said, shaking Xu Ke twice.
