"Don't worry, it's all arranged for you!"
Qin Feng picked up the conversation. "I'm waiting for you guys in the hotel lobby on the first floor. Come down and have some breakfast, let's eat something warm to nourish our stomachs."
Jiang An glanced up at the clock. "It's already ten o'clock. We might as well just call it lunch."
"Doesn't matter. Everyone drank their fill last night, getting up late is normal. I'll drive you to an old local place. Their millet porridge is top‑notch—warms the stomach and feels great, perfect for sobering up."
"What about Director Hou? Is He awake?"
"I just called Him. He's about the same as you—also woken up by the phone and still not fully awake." Qin Feng said, then laughed again. "Didn't expect someone who can hold his liquor like Director Hou to get taken down by us last night."
"Director Hou really can drink usually. Looks like even He couldn't handle your relay attack." Jiang An shook his head, a teasing tone in his voice.
