The long-awaited gathering lasted well into the night. Only then did Shui Yanbin, Tao Yang, and the others begin taking their leave, one after another.
Some stayed behind, however, including Lin Zihan, Miss Shui, and Qing Yun. They kept Ying Ming Hao, Fatty Zhang, and the others company, drinking until dawn broke.
Fortunately, Ming Hao Palace had become spacious enough to accommodate Fatty Zhang, Lin Yong, and the others who had drunk themselves unconscious, giving them somewhere to sleep instead of catching a chill on the cold floor.
Ying Ming Hao had also made an exception that night and drunk to his heart's content, until he was thoroughly plastered.
Several women scrambled to help Ying Ming Hao back to his room to rest, none willing to yield to the others, leaving them locked in a squabble.
In the end, a whole group of women gathered in Ying Ming Hao's room to watch over him.
As his personal maidservants, Qing Yun and the other women naturally belonged at his side, attending to him.
As for what Shui Furong and Lin Zihan had in mind, no one knew.
Lin Qinqin had simply returned to Ninety-Ninth Peak, while Lin Qi and Lin Xue had likewise gone back to Nineteenth Peak.
Only two hours later, Ying Ming Hao woke from his drunken slumber.
He could have kept sleeping soundly, but had no choice but to force his eyes open-his Communication Token was practically about to explode!
A tidal wave of customers was urging him to come back and do business. They were all eagerly waiting to get Ying Ming Hao's food into their pots.
If he stayed asleep any longer, they would probably come knocking like ravenous wolves and drag him outside to sober up. Without Ying Ming Hao's smuggled goods, the ingredients