Night had fallen, and after seeing off each guest, Cheng Su herself had flushed cheeks and was already half drunk, propping up her chin and looking at the bright moon above, laughing heartily.
"Susu? Susu!"
The restaurant's door was being banged on loudly.
Cheng Su stood up, staggering over to the door: "Who is it?"
As she opened the door, a tall figure came into view; Cheng Su focused her eyes, cracked a smile, and with her arms wide open, she yelled, "It's our Old Qi here!"
This speech, this tone, if she claimed she wasn't drunk, probably no one would believe her.
The strong smell of alcohol blowing in one's face could intoxicate a person; Qi Taiguo covered his nose, frowning and saying, "How much did you drink? My goodness, such a strong smell of booze; did you pour the entire bottle over yourself?"
"Old Qi, Qi Taiguo, you're here," Cheng Su hugged him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck and rubbing against his neck like a kitten.