Lin Fei poured half a bottle of red wine down Dong Qingshan's throat, making Dong Qingshan's stomach bulge.
Lin Fei placed the empty wine bottle on the table, ignoring Dong Qingshan, who was rolling his eyes and gasping for air.
He went to his bed, lifted it with a single hand, and the hundred-something pound spring mattress seemed to weigh nothing as it was effortlessly raised, revealing the bed board. In the middle, there was a recessed drawer holding a travel bag.
"Looks like Mr. Dong didn't take my stuff!" Lin Fei said with a smile to Dong Qingshan, "Thank you, Mr. Dong, for your restraint."
This extra drawer beneath the mattress was something Lin Fei had added himself, and it served as his secret space for storing personal items.
Observing that Lin Fei had hidden his items under the one place in the entire bedroom he hadn't thought to check—the mattress—Dong Qingshan nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.
