"Don't expect me to take responsibility!" Yan Xiangdong sat up lazily and looked disdainfully at Lu Niange, who was sitting by the bed. "Not convinced? Then go find the old man!"
Lu Niange shrugged, stood up and said with a smile: "I think you didn't understand the situation. It was you who drank too much last night, not me! But judging from your attitude now..." Lu Niange raised the check in his hand: "This is probably not needed."