"Damn it, next time I absolutely cannot drink this much alcohol.",This time Chen Hansheng remained silent, because he was staring intently at the reflection in the glass panel of the bus stop. The image reflected back was that of a young man, yet strangely unfamiliar, with a hint of stubble on his upper lip.,Wang Zibao wasn't disgusted, he walked over and patted him on the back and said, "It's better now that you've vomited."。