"I don't drink alcohol," Lan Ruowei raised her hand to block.
"Cough cough."
Shen Yibei hummed displeasedly.
Lan Ruowei looked at the glass in front of her, gritted her teeth as she took the glass, and downed it in one gulp. The spicy baijiu slid down her throat, so spicy that she almost spat it out.
Boss Che applauded and cheered: "What a drinker. Mr. Yi's people are indeed extraordinary."
"Boss Che flatters me," Shen Yibei said with a smile on his face, giving Lan Ruowei a casual look.
This was just the beginning.
"Come on, beauty," said a man in his forties, slightly overweight with a balding head and his beady, lustful eyes sweeping over Lan Ruowei: "How about you drink a few more with me?"
A glass of alcohol in, and Lan Ruowei already felt a bit light-headed.
She wanted to refuse, but the man directly pushed the glass into her hands.
"Come on, bottoms up," the man said with ill-intent, forcibly pouring another glass for Lan Ruowei.
"Great."
