Yan Feng couldn't remember how he left the bar.

Probably Ye Sheng helped him call a taxi. By the time he got out, reeking of alcohol, he was already at the entrance of his apartment complex.

This was Yan Feng's first time drinking, and he had a bit too much. He felt his stomach churning, his head spinning, and he had to support himself against the wall as he slowly moved forward.

Luckily, he still had some awareness left, not drunk to the point of unconsciousness.