At dusk, Lin Banxia was feeling exhausted from all the socializing.
She had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, leaving her dazed and groggy, so she found an excuse to go upstairs to rest.
Huo Qinglin patted her shoulder gently and said, "Banxia, get some rest. I'll come find you later."
Lin Banxia nodded and quickly left the lobby on the first floor.
Her tolerance for alcohol was low. Earlier, the wealthy young men kept urging her to drink, either trying to flatter her or deliberately get her drunk. Even though Lin Banxia only took small sips each time, she still ended up intoxicated.
Unsteady on her feet, she staggered upstairs.
Pulling out her room key card, she planned to find her room.
She vaguely remembered her room being one of the last ones down the corridor.
But at this moment, her vision was blurred, and her mind hazy. She thought, I'll just use the card and try—the room that opens must be mine. Even the room number was becoming hard to recall.
