"Not a big deal, I'm just talking nonsense. I don't know anyone, just a trivial small fry."
"I'm begging you, stop hitting me, just let me go. You're really going to beat me to death soon..."
The middle-aged man quickly shook his head like a rattle, not daring to say another word.
"Scram!"
"Get as far away as possible, and don't ever let me see you again in this lifetime, or I'll hit you every time I see you."
Zhao Tienan waved his hand wearily, disdainful of such swindlers.
He had had enough of a beating, and there was no need to continue the entanglement. He sat back down, quietly sipping his Erguotou, everything felt particularly refreshing.
Several hours of the journey went by quickly, and Zhao Tienan reached his destination early the next morning.
"Ah, finally here!"
Zhao Tienan stretched lazily, the comfort indescribable.
That night, under the numbness of alcohol, he had an incredibly restful sleep.
"Let's go!"
