The stimulation of alcohol, coupled with Tang Xiaoquan's analysis, made the groggy Wang Qiang feel much better. He gave the former a strong push, grinning widely and cursing, "Now that's what I call a brother! Look at you back there, yakking away like a woman for ages. I thought for a moment my mom's spirit possessed you!"
Tang Xiaoquan, pushed onto the bed, wasn't angry. Seeing Wang Qiang smiling again genuinely made him happy. He lifted his legs, and with a distorted kip-up, sat up straight.
After getting up, without saying a word, he straightened their cups, filled the empty ones, then picked up one and said to Wang Qiang, "Enough talk, today let's drink to our hearts' content, we don't go home until we're drunk!"
"Gulp!" Tang Xiaoquan finished his drink in one go, having completely forgotten Wei Yang's instructions to drink less.
