"Well, there's still something to be done. I'll be back in a minute."
Guess that what he said for a while needed to work until the morning, but she was nobody to him. It was not suitable for her to say anything to concern. However she still pretended to be polite and said, "Go back earlier. I'll hang up first."
"... Hmm." The man was quiet, but his tone was inexplicable and reluctant. It seemed that he was not satisfied with her answer.
After Cathy hung up the phone, she suddenly remembered her rented house. She also wanted to call back and ask some questions. Then she thought that he was still busy. She resisted.
Let it go! She would ask him next time.
When Cathy returned to the compartment, she saw the drunken people crouching around and laughing happily. Even if some were not drunk, they were all red-faced and bloodshot, lying on the sofa to rest.
"How much did you drink?" She shoved a little girl in surprise.
The little girl hugged her waist, giggled and dazzled. "Hey hey... Cathy, you, you...should drink too."
"..."
There was a twitch in the corner of Cathy’s then she turned her head to look at Aaron. "I think you'd better unsubscribe the KTV compartment..."
“They drink too much. You’d better hope they I just don't spit. How can they sing?”
"Well, I didn't expect them to drink so much." Aaron held the forehead. He was able neither to cry nor to laugh. As he had drank a lot his handsome white face was blushing.
Cathy probably was the only one who didn't drink.
"You check out, I'll wake them up for you, or you won't be able to leave soon."
"Well, all right."
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