The sun was already high in the sky.
In a boudoir tower with a perfect view at the Tongfu Inn, there was a sudden thud.
"Ow, ow, ow."
Tong Ling'er crawled up from under the bed, clutching her head, then held her hungover skull. "Where am I?"
"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
At this moment, the Maid outside rushed in. Seeing Tong Ling'er sitting by the bed, she hurried forward to help her up.
Tong Ling'er sat up on the bed, her brain still a mushy mess. "Jianyi, wasn't I drinking with that Li Feng yesterday? Which one of us won?"
Jianyi, Tong Ling'er's personal Maid, heard Tong Ling'er's question and, for a moment, didn't know how to answer.
"Well…!"
"Huh? What do you mean 'well' this and 'well' that, don't tell me I didn't outdrink that bastard?"
"That's not it."
Jianyi shook her head. She knew all too well her Miss's temper—competitive and stubborn, hated losing the most.
"Not it, so that means I won? Where is that bastard?"
