Seeing Zhang Yang leaning against the window looking deep in thought, Lin Nianwei courageously walked over.
"What are you doing here? Are you full?"
Upon hearing some movement, Zhang Yang turned around, surprised to see Lin Nianwei, and put out the half-smoked cigarette with a flick.
"Drank too much, my head's a bit muddled, came out for a smoke to clear up. What about you?"
"Just went to the bathroom, saw a silhouette by the window that looked like you, so I came over to check! It's quite intense inside, Uncle Chen and the others have drunk a lot!"
"I'm not a heavy drinker. If I can avoid it, I will, otherwise I'll have a headache tomorrow!" Zhang Yang said while rubbing his temples.
"Didn't expect it, you're so good at fishing. When I first saw you, I thought it was just luck!" Lin Nianwei said, trying to find something to talk about.
