"No, Old Xu, I've slept enough already, and my head... ha ha."
Tang Xiaoquan laughed bitterly. He didn't want to toss and turn in bed counting sheep any longer. Instead of continuing to suffer, he thought it would be better to find something to do, to distract himself and alleviate the various discomforts caused by the alcohol:
"Hey~ Old Xu, why don't you go rest? Anyway, I can't sleep. If you need anything done, just let me know, and I'll help you with it."
Although Tang Xiaoquan meant well, Old Xu wasn't bold enough to entrust the important task of patrolling the villa to someone who was drunk. Besides, such tasks were part of his responsibilities, and he would only delegate them under exceptional circumstances when he couldn't continue himself.
Otherwise, no matter how tired he was, he insisted on completing them himself. So he politely declined, saying, "Quan, you don't need to worry about this matter. However, I do have something I want to discuss with you."
