She gritted her teeth in anger and stared menacingly at Yan Rusheng.
Wen Xuxu gave him a meaningful look to convey her message: Didn't he know that she couldn't drink at all? Don't you know I get drunk after a glass?
People might be unaware of her low tolerance level for alcohol, but Yan Rusheng had seen her drink on countless occasions. How could he be unaware?
He's doing this on purpose. Definitely.
"What's the problem?" Yan Rusheng feigned surprise and raised his eyebrows. "Is toasting President Ming beneath your dignity?"
Wen Xuxu was speechless…
She had been tougher than him when they were young, why didn't she murder him when she had the chance?
It was too late to regret it now.
Her vision shifted to Ming Zhongsheng and she smiled apologetically. "No, I didn't mean it that way. It's just that I am unable to hold my liquor well."
