"Ah... What kind of booze is this... It really fucking hits you hard!"
Cai Wenguang slowly woke up to find himself lying on the ground. Rubbing his throbbing head, he turned to look at Sun Hai, who was sitting blankly on the sofa.
"Did you drink too much too? Let that punk run off?"
Looking at Sun Hai, who seemed to have lost his soul, Cai Wenguang pushed himself up with the help of a chair and walked over to pat Sun Hai's shoulder, saying, "Xiao Hai, it's okay, we'll find another opportunity. We'll tell him that we didn't drink well last night, so tonight he should come back to my place, and once we're in our village, we can drink him under the table."
"Drink your mother's lamp!"
Unexpectedly, Sun Hai, snapping back to reality, stood up abruptly and threw a punch straight at Cai Wenguang's face, knocking him back to the ground just as he had gotten up.
"Sun Hai... what kind of drunken madness is this... you dare hit your own fucking father!"
