Wen Jiao was already so drunk that she was unconscious, and now she couldn't hear a single word. Shen Zhaoli felt like he was talking to a cow, the latter showing no reaction at all.
Shen Zhaoli couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Wen Jiao, bending down to pat her face: "Miss Wen, say something, which room are you staying in?"
Finally, Wen Jiao showed some reaction. She lifted her eyes to look at Shen Zhaoli, her eyebrows furrowing, and said impatiently, "Why are you shouting! Where I stay is none of your business! You rascal!"
"Truly a drunkard." Shen Zhaoli looked disdainfully at Wen Jiao. He called over a nearby waiter and inquired Wen Jiao's room number.
Afterward, Shen Zhaoli picked up Wen Jiao and went towards the room the waiter had mentioned.
Wen Jiao was relatively steady and quiet from being drunk on the way, but suddenly woke up when they nearly reached the room door.
