In the air.
The passengers were riding through the clouds.
After an unknown period of time passed, Zhang Ye groggily woke up. He found his surroundings unstable, as they were sloshing around. The plane had clearly lifted off early on.
Someone pushed his head.
So it was because he had been woken up by someone.
“Hey, wake up.” It was a girl’s soothing voice.
After sleeping for approximately 1-2 hours, Zhang Ye suddenly felt awake from his stupor. The first thing he remembered was him quarreling with the staff in the airport’s hall about the scratch-it on his flight itinerary. Zhang Ye only felt embarrassment and only when he realized that he was still wearing sunglasses did he heave a sigh of relief. Thankfully he was wearing sunglasses, so that others couldn’t recognize him. If it was reported, how was he to carry on living. Hai, alcohol sure isn’t a good thing!
Eh?