Wu Yun didn't even remember how he'd gotten back to the Peace Restaurant. All he knew was that when he woke up the next morning, he was lying in bed in the river-view suite, and Qi Fei was nowhere to be seen.
Wu Yun had finally seen what a true "Wine Immortal" was, what an incredible tolerance for alcohol looked like. No wonder the system had rated Zhang Cheng's public relations skills as Master Level.
That kind of tolerance wasn't something an ordinary person could develop.
Thanks to his system-enhanced constitution, Wu Yun wouldn't go so far as to say he was immune to alcohol, but he could still handle a pound or two of baijiu without any issues.
Even so, with all the employees toasting him and the fact that he hadn't bought any hangover prevention medicine from the system store, he'd let his guard down for a moment. Zhang Cheng had taken advantage of it, drinking him under the table.
Wu Yun pulled out his phone and saw it was already nine o'clock.
