59 The Person Hiding in My Memory 9 (1/2)

Then Song Qingchun used the table as support to stand up and walk toward the door. Her vision was blurry, and she teetered, looking very unsteady.

”Miss, be careful…” The waiter reminded her, and he held out his hands to support her. However, before he could reach Song Qingchun, Song Qingchun knocked against the corner of a chair, and her whole body collapsed to the floor.

The floor of the room was thickly-carpeted, so Song Qingchun did not suffer any injuries. Song Qingchun lay on the floor, her eyes red with tears.

The waiter immediately squatted down beside her and asked with concern, ”Miss, are you alright?”

Song Qingchun raised her head to the sound of the voice and demanded out of nowhere, ”What can I do if I don't want to go to hell? Why must I go to hell on my birthday?”

Song Qingchun then grabbed at the waiter's sleeves and held onto it tightly like it was her life buoy. ”Tell me, what can I do to not go to hell?”

The waiter had no clue what she meant by 'hell', but he thought about it and came to the conclusion she probably meant that kind of work. Therefore, he replied gently, ”Miss, you are so drunk that I am sure you won't be able to work today. Why don't you call your boss and ask for a day off?”

A day-off? There was a sudden glow in Song Qingchun's eyes.

”Yes, day-off… I need a day-off…” Song Qingchun nodded as she mumbled those words to herself. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts, but she was unable to find Su Zhinian's number. Thus, she tossed her phone to the waiter and asked, ”Which of these belongs to Maniac Su?”

…

Su Zhinian had an emergency meeting to attend to when it was close to the end of the day. When he returned to his office, it was already almost 7 pm.