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Han Tao possessed intermediate-level combat skills as a system reward, and his physique had also been enhanced, so his instincts outpaced his thoughts.

Seeing the person bumping into him, he quickly turned to the side and raised his hand to firmly support the other person's shoulder to prevent him from falling to the ground.

Just then, the man wearing black-rimmed glasses felt a churning in his chest, followed by a loud "vomit" as he vomited out the food residue from his stomach.

Even though Han Tao reacted extremely quickly and dodged in time, most of the filth splashed onto the ground, but his trouser legs and shoes still got some stains.

What followed was a strong smell of alcohol and hot pot seasoning that hit my nose.

The man's legs went weak, and he staggered to the side, leaning against a large tree as he continued to retch. He didn't even have the strength to look up and apologize.

Han Tao looked down at his stained trousers and sighed helplessly. Just as he was about to go back to the hot pot restaurant to ask the waiter for some tissues, a hurried female voice came from the entrance of the hot pot restaurant.

"Luo Jiaming, slow down! Ouch, you've vomited on someone!"

With a look of panic and guilt on her face, she walked up to Han Tao, took out a whole pack of unopened wet wipes from her small bag, and hurriedly tried to wipe the stains on his trouser legs.

"I'm so sorry, sir. My cousin had too much to drink at a business dinner and couldn't control himself. He really didn't mean to get your clothes dirty!"

Looking at the familiar features so close to him, Han Tao slightly raised the corners of his mouth, his tone carrying a hint of surprise:

"Suo Suo, this is the cousin you mentioned last time, the one who met Luo Jiaming, right?"

"Brother Han? What are you doing here?" Zhu Suosuo was startled. When she looked up and saw Han Tao's face, her eyes widened in surprise.

"I came here to have dinner with some friends, I didn't expect to run into you here."

Han Tao responded briefly, then continued to ask, "What's wrong with him? How did he get so drunk?"

"They had a get-together with their colleagues and insisted on dragging me along. You know, I..."

As Zhu Suosuo explained, she squatted down to prepare a wet wipe to help Han Tao wipe his trouser legs and shoes.

She didn't forget to turn back and glare fiercely at Luo Jiaming, who was leaning against the tree trunk and groaning incessantly, and muttered a complaint:

"I told you you can't hold your liquor, so drink less. Luckily, you ran into Brother Han; anyone else would have gotten yelled at!"

Luo Jiaming's consciousness was already blurred at this point, and he couldn't hear Zhu Suosuo's complaints at all. He just swayed back and forth against the big tree, muttering indistinctly that he had a headache.

Han Tao raised his hand to stop her, took the wet wipe and wiped his trouser legs and shoes, and said in a gentle tone: "No need to bother, I can do it myself."

He got so drunk that he couldn't help himself; anyone would lose control when drunk, so I don't blame him.

There are so many people coming and going on this road that he can barely stand. He has to be careful; it would be a real problem if he bumped into an elderly person or a child.

"Let me do it; these vomit stains are really hard to clean."

Zhu Suosuo pulled out another wet wipe, squatted down, and wiped his trouser leg, her face full of apology.

"Brother Han, are there any spare clothes in the car?"

  

Why don't you take off your pants and give them to me? I'll take them to a professional dry cleaner for a thorough cleaning.

If it can't be washed clean, I'll just buy you a brand new one as compensation.

Han Tao glanced at the mottled trouser hem, shook his head and chuckled: "Suo Suo, it's alright, it's just a pair of trousers."

There's no need to go through all that trouble to send it to the dry cleaners; I can just hand-wash it myself when I get home."

"That won't do. Regular laundry detergent can't remove these kinds of oil and wine stains at all."

Zhu Suosuo has always been straightforward and decisive, and she was even more unwilling to be ambiguous with Han Tao, insisting on saying:

"How about this, after I safely take Luo Jiaming home, I'll personally go to Fuxing Road to pick up the pants, wash them clean, and then return them to you."

Seeing her sincere eyes, filled with a desire to make amends for Luo Jiaming's mistakes, Han Tao smiled and shook his head:

"Alright, lock lock, it's nothing serious, it's not as serious as you say, and there's no need to make such a fuss."

He didn't do it on purpose. I'll just go back and wash up. Don't worry about it. There's no need to make a special trip.

"Well... alright, Brother Han, please wash yourself." Zhu Suosuo bit her lower lip, a hint of disappointment flashing through her mind, but she quickly smiled.

"Actually, I was planning to finish my social engagements here today and go to Fuxing Road to ask you to help me look at my resume."

Unexpectedly, Luo Jiaming drank too much and was delayed. And then he ran into you here, causing this mess.

Upon hearing this, Han Tao comforted him, saying, "This might just be what they call fate; we can meet anytime."

There's no need to rush with your resume. I happen to have a job search and postgraduate entrance exam planning sharing session for students tomorrow morning.

They will specifically break down resume writing techniques, interview answering strategies, and how to present yourself effectively.

If you have time, you are welcome to come to the lecture hall to attend the class. I can answer any questions you may have.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Luo Jiaming, who was standing beside the tree, suddenly sat up straight, clinging tightly to the tree trunk while shouting at the top of his lungs:

"SuoSuo! SuoSuo, where are you? I feel so dizzy, I want to go home..."

"Coming, coming! Don't move, I'm coming right now." Zhu Suosuo responded, turning to look at Han Tao, her eyes full of apology:

"Brother Han, I'm really sorry for causing you so much trouble today."

I'll take him home first. I promise I'll attend your job-seeking class on time tomorrow, and I'll treat you to dinner afterwards to make amends!

Han Tao's gaze fell on Luo Jiaming, who was staggering and couldn't even stand up straight.

Looking at Zhu Suosuo, who was so thin and frail that she couldn't possibly support a drunkard, she took the initiative to suggest:

"You're a girl and you can't lift him up on your own. You could easily fall and get hurt. Let me help you get him to the parking lot."

Zhu Suosuo was both surprised and grateful upon hearing this, and quickly thanked him, "Yes, thank you, Brother Han!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two walked over and each took one of Luo Jiaming's arms.

His body was limp, with most of his weight resting on the two of them. His steps were unsteady and he staggered, swaying to the side every two steps.

Han Tao quickly supported half of Zhu Suosuo's body, sharing most of the burden, and the three of them slowly moved towards the non-motorized vehicle parking area not far away.

When Zhu Suosuo arrived at the parking spot for her electric scooter, she looked at the cramped back seat and was immediately stumped.

Luo Jiaming was so drunk that he was completely unconscious and couldn't even sit up straight, let alone ride the electric scooter steadily. He could easily fall off the scooter if there was any slight bump. With the heavy traffic on the road, it was extremely dangerous.

She frowned, at a loss, and muttered to herself, "He's so drunk, the electric scooter can't take him anywhere. Looks like we'll have to take a taxi home..."

Han Tao followed her gaze to the electric scooter, then pointed to the parking lot of the hot pot restaurant:

"My car is parked in that spot, so don't bother making a fuss. I'll take you back."

"How can that be!" Zhu Suosuo quickly waved her hand in refusal, a hint of embarrassment appearing on her face.

"Luo Jiaming has already dirtied your pants, how can you still have the nerve to trouble yourself to drive us home? I can just queue up for a ride-hailing service myself."

Han Tao looked serious and spoke sincerely: "Let's go. Everyone encounters difficulties when they're out and about. We don't need to be so formal with each other."

Besides, instead of wasting time being so polite here, we should take you home sooner rather than later, so he doesn't catch a cold and feel even worse.

Looking into Han Tao's determined eyes, Zhu Suosuo knew he genuinely wanted to help. After hesitating several times, she nodded gently.

"Then I'll have to trouble you one more time, Brother Han. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." Han Tao nodded slightly, and the two of them helped the limp Luo Jiaming up again, walking step by step towards the parking lot behind them.

Han Tao glanced at Zhu Suosuo, whose mind was in turmoil and who kept checking on Luo Jiaming's condition, and spoke softly:

"Don't worry, he just drank too much alcohol. He'll recover after drinking some warm water and resting overnight."

Don't be nervous about tomorrow's job-hunting class. Whether it's a resume for the real estate industry or strategies for job hunting in a different industry, I can give you a detailed analysis after class.

Zhu Suosuo turned her head to look at Han Tao's profile, her eyes filled with gratitude, and softly replied, "With Brother Han's words, I feel much more at ease."

I've lived with relatives since I was little, and I've always had to shoulder everything on my own. Few people are willing to help so selflessly. I've troubled you so much today, and I don't know how to repay you.

Han Tao smiled faintly: "It was nothing, we're friends, this is nothing."