"Ah, these folks really can hold their liquor. They polished off twelve bottles of baijiu, and now my head's spinning!" Zhou Chao sat on the sofa in the room, rubbing his temples.
It was already nine in the evening. Chen Li and Liu Yun, accompanied by their driver, had already returned to Hohhot. As for those three young lads, they seemed to have conveniently forgotten everything.
As for whether Liu Yun and the others would come back to settle the score, Zhou Chao didn't really care anymore. After all, he had achieved his objective.
After tonight's drinking session, Zhou Chao's relationship with Chen Li and the others had improved significantly. Despite being forced to drink quite a bit, he understood that it was their way of venting frustration. Well, he had it coming, given how he had outsmarted them.