Ten o'clock at night, the banquet was nearing its end.
In the vast hall, only a dozen or so guests remained, and most of them were already drunk. Only a few with good tolerance could barely maintain the last bit of sobriety.
Yang Lie was also feeling a bit tired, urged by both the intoxication and fatigue, he wished he could just lie down on the floor and sleep.
But after all, he was the helmsman of Tiger Head Heavy Industries, a social elite of Central City, and naturally couldn't disregard etiquette and dignity like those lower-class people.
He planned to first go to the restroom to freshen up, conveniently use the toilet, tidy up his appearance, and finally give an impromptu speech to the remaining guests, only then it could be considered complete.
He acted immediately.
He staggered through the empty corridor.
For some reason, he suddenly felt that today's building seemed much quieter than usual.
