After three rounds of drinks, Chief He, who had downed dozens of toasts, couldn't help but feel the urge to urinate.
It came so swiftly that the intoxicated chief could barely process anything extra, so he hurriedly stood up, left the table, and jogged into the restroom outside the hall.
"Phew..."
After a satisfying relief, Chief He let out a long sigh, braced his waist, tightened his belt, and walked out of the stall.
He looked at the mirror on the sink and felt a bit disheveled.
The excess alcohol made his mind hazy, his facial expression dizzy, and he could hardly stand steady.
But there was nothing he could do about it; after all, he had just been the center of attention at the banquet. Not only had he acted as the "mediator" to calm the guests, but he had also done Yang Lie a big favor.
It's normal to be toasted like this.
However, he didn't feel the least bit upset.
