At around eleven at night, Jiang Guangrong straightened up and started to wake. He looked up and saw that everyone at the table was almost gone. Except for himself, only Tian Jue and Sherman remained at the table.
Jiang Guangrong glanced at Sunx Han's empty seat and noticed Sunx Han's coat draped over him. He felt a bit warm inside. Jiang Guangrong apologized to Tian Jue and Sherman, "I'm sorry, I drank too much and slept too much. Has everyone left? Why didn't you wake me? What are you waiting for here? You should have gone back to rest earlier!"
Tian Jue shrugged, "Miss Sunx said you weren't drunk, just fell asleep."
Sherman's face was filled with sadness and anger. Tears welled up, "They—they are all dead, all dead!"
Jiang Guangrong quivered his eyebrow. Of course, Jiang Guangrong knew who Sherman was talking about. Jiang Guangrong first expressed apologies, then feigned indifference. He leaned back in his chair, resting his legs on the table, "I know!"
