Late at night, all was silent.
A car stopped at the hotel entrance.
Three people staggered out, embracing each other.
"Haha, haha, today... really drank to our heart's content!"
"Damn Ah Mao, how dare you say that? You promised to drink alcohol, but you're pretending with Sprite. Really shameless. Old Huang is much more sincere."
"Ugh... my two brothers, I really can't take it anymore. Let me sleep by the roadside for a while."
"No way! Old Huang, we've been through hardships together. We're all brothers; you have to come back to the hotel with us."
The three drunken people grew more affectionate, hugging each other tightly. Anyone watching might think they were old comrades-in-arms.
"Thank you, my two brothers, for lifting me up. Mr. Huang thanks you first..."
Old Huang muttered a phrase and collapsed onto the ground.
Ah Mao held him and laughed, "Old Huang is really useless, just a few bottles and he's drunk, not impressive."
