Wiping away the droplets of water from his cheeks, he casually grabbed a tissue to dab his face, and as he reached the sofa, he took the remaining half cup of tea and gulped it down.
After drinking the water, not only did his dry throat not feel relieved, but he felt even more irritable.
Xicheng frowned and pulled out his phone from his pocket, ready to call Xun Yang to ask how much longer he would be. Before he could dial, someone was already knocking on the door.
"You're finally here!"
Thinking it was Xun Yang, he picked up his coat and shoved his phone inside, striding over to pull open the door.
As soon as the door parted, someone fell toward him. Xicheng instinctively reached out to steady the person. He was already slightly inebriated, and with their lurch against him, he nearly stumbled to the ground, his coat slipping from his hand onto the carpet.
