It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening when Shen Ye finished his business engagement.
Outside the hotel, the night was as thick as ink. The dim, yellowish light from the streetlamps cast long, slanted shadows of his lean frame. His footsteps were slightly unsteady—he had clearly had quite a bit to drink during the event—but he remained reasonably clear-headed.
He walked to the car parked by the side of the road, pulled open the door, and got in. The scent of alcohol immediately filled the small space.
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