Chu Qing casually hailed a taxi and rushed home from the hotpot restaurant.
He had just gotten out of the car downstairs when he saw a familiar figure in front of him. That person seemed to have drunk too much and was walking unsteadily.
That is…
Chu Qing massaged his throbbing head and regret washed over him. If he hadn't intentionally desired to preserve some level of drunkenness, he could have easily expelled the alcohol from his system in an instant.
Chu Qing gently tapped his head, clearing his mind and becoming more alert. He closed his eyes and focused. Indeed, he could sense a faint spiritual aura emanating from the person in front of him.
Chu Qing shouted, "Chu Xiao!"
The figure in front was shocked. She turned around and realized that it was Chu Qing.
"Wow, Little Qing. Why aren't you home yet? This smell… Did you drink?"