Han Fei, slouched on the bench, felt someone pushing him. He opened his eyes groggily, "What time is it? Is work over?"
"It's getting dark already." Fu Sheng picked up the plastic bag and the remaining bottles of alcohol, tossing them into the trash can.
"Do I smell strongly of alcohol?"
"Not too bad."
"That's good then." Han Fei stood up, straightened his suit, and walked out of the small park with Fu Sheng: "Tell your mom tomorrow that the lunch wasn't enough, ask her to prepare an extra portion."
"So you're not going to work tomorrow either?" Fu Sheng turned to look at his father as if it was the first time he had seen him like this.
"You, a high schooler who skips school all the time, are you really lecturing me, an adult who skips work?" Han Fei shook his suit, hoping to dissipate the smell of alcohol from his clothes as soon as possible.
