บท 1775: Late for a Good 20 Minutes

"Hello, this is reception."

"Hi, what time is it?" There was a note of irritation in Ye Qianqian's voice. The lady in reception was momentarily stunned her before she took a glance at the time and replied, "Good morning, ma'am, the current time is 1:32 a.m. How may I help you?"

"Um... Do you have some hangover soup? Grab me some food on the way as well."

"Yes, ma'am, I'll arrange for someone to deliver your meal. Please wait for a moment."

"Yeah, sorry about the trouble."

...

Ye Qianqian hung up the phone. She sprawled out on the bed on her stomach like a zombie. Her head was throbbing with pain.

She felt as though she had single-handedly chugged down two cartons of alcohol, which was 24 bottles, no more and no less.

This was the first time Ye Qianqian had drunk so much alcohol, as well as the first doing so alone.