"Cheers." Sun Hang raised the can towards the empty sofa and then took a swig.
"Bleh!"
In the next second, Sun Hang spit all the liquid onto the floor.
He really couldn't understand, what exactly was the appeal of this drink that was bitter, spicy, and had a sour taste like unripe grapes?
Could Mr. Wang be a masochist?
Sun Hang shook the can, which was still more than 90% full, and tossed it directly into the trash.
"The verdict is... worse than horse piss."
He tore off the dust cover from the sofa, picked up the coffee table remote, and turned on the TV.
The Ultraman episode he hadn't finished watching last time he went out continued playing, with the actor in a suit doing several somersaults in the air with the help of wires, then landing a kick on the monster's chest, making it stumble back, crashing through several buildings.
The only flaw was that the wire holding Ultraman briefly flashed on screen.
