Wounded (9)

The door of the VIP room opened again. Zuo Hancheng walked out and rubbed his eyebrows.

The CEO of a certain corporation came out to greet him and asked if he wanted to go back and join everyone. Zuo Hancheng smiled and refused. At the same time, he looked at the time.

Although he had to drink a lot of alcohol with his friends in the industry for various reasons, even mixing white wine, beer, and foreign wine together, he was still worried about the phone call from an hour ago.

After walking out of the VIP room and the venue, he was far away from the hustle and bustle of the venue, but his head hurt even more.

Zuo Hancheng took out his phone and glanced at it. He was about to call the previous number again when he reached the fork in the corridor outside. A gust of damp wind blew in through the window and he staggered and leaned against the window.

He frowned. It had been a long time since he had drunk so much. Moreover, it was so much white wine.