C589 Enigma(part I)

The next morning, in the office at the second port —

"Ugh …" "My head hurts …" Ming Sheng covered his forehead and sat up from the sofa. It was not the first time he felt hungover. He was forced to drink a big bottle of liquor almost every time.

However, although he resisted every time, he seemed to be used to it. After rubbing his forehead to clear it up for a while