"You, you're here, come in, come in." Yao Ming was a bit nervous and stuttered as he spoke.
"Guohui said you were sleeping, I guessed you're probably waking up around now, haven't adjusted the time difference, right?"
"No, I want to sleep but can't fall asleep."
"Perfect, keep me company for a drink."
"I... don't really drink."
"It's okay, I don't drink much either, just an occasional drink during the offseason."
Saying that, Gan Guoyang took out a bottle of sparkling sherry and two glasses from a paper bag, placed them on the coffee table, unscrewed the cap, and poured two glasses.
The wine was slightly sweet, easy to drink; after two glasses, they felt slightly tipsy and the mood became livelier. Yao Ming felt his tension and stuttering disappear.
Fully drawing open the hotel curtains, Gan Guoyang moved a chair to sit in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, the two of them gazing at the bustling New York City, brilliantly lit.
