By noon, the survivors, just as Old Zhao had predicted, began waking up one after another from their deep slumber.
Considering everyone's discomfort after drinking, Wei Yang specially prepared rice porridge as the main dish for lunch.
Once everyone gathered at the dining table, Old Lin took the lead and said, "Hehe, how about it? Did everyone sleep well last night?"
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other, each with a dejected and listless expression.
Wenquan Xin gulped down a mouthful of porridge and mumbled back, "Old Lin, don't tease us. How did you sleep last night?"
Old Lin shook his head helplessly, not wanting to recall his awkward state from the night before.
You know, just going outside the room to vomit, he had to make the trip almost eight times. Almost vomited out his bile.
Old Zhao ignored Wenquan Xin's teasing and instead focused on Demmi and Derek.
