Gan Guoyang rarely drank so much. He can hold his liquor well and doesn't get drunk, just feeling his skin slightly warm, floating comfortably.
After saying goodbye to Bird and the others, Li Wei headed to the airport, where a private jet was waiting for him.
Wang Fuxi saw Gan Guoyang's slightly tipsy appearance and said, "It's rare to see you drink. You're not allowed to hold our daughter."
Gan Guoyang replied, "What does it matter? My precious daughter loves the faint smell of alcohol on her dad, right?"
Gan Wenyi looked a bit embarrassed, but she still leaned over, held her breath, and gave Gan Guoyang a hug, which made him very happy.
He lay on the airport lounge sofa, gazing at the cabin ceiling, reminiscing about the complex emotions of returning to Portland these past two days, emotions far beyond what a buzzer-beater victory could describe.
He closed his eyes for a quick nap, the plane was about to take off soon.
