"Only half a jin?"
Yang Sheng was disappointed, having thought that Dan Kaiquan had a loud voice, only to realize his alcohol tolerance was lacking.
She glanced at Dong Qingfeng and saw him struggling to support himself on the table, his gaze wandering. His hand trembling as he reached for a skewer of lamb.
It was Jiang Yanan who came to his aid, but just as Dong Qingfeng touched the skewer's metal stick, he couldn't control his drowsy head any longer and slumped forward onto the table.
Yu Wen hadn't drunk much, totaling perhaps a plastic cup's worth, and was slightly tipsy, her body feeling light and swaying like a ribbonfish.
Lucky for her, Jiang Yanan was supporting her, or else, according to Yang Sheng's assessment, Yu Wen would have probably slid under the table.
And from there, slid over to the opposite side, where Huang Zhongfei was.
Yu Wen was intoxicated, the words normally suppressed in her heart uncontrollably spilling out, "Monitor, I had a dream last night."
