Yang Qiong and Yang Biao noticed that An Xianming wasn't going to fall for Yang Qiong's honey trap and decided to up their game, pouring as many glasses of wine as they could for An Xianming.
After a few glasses of high concentration white wine, An Xianming felt a little drunk and he held his head up with his hand.
"Mr. An, are you alright?" Yang Qiong asked.
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy. I don't think I can drink any more wine."
"Mr. An, I think you're drunk," Yang Biao said. "Why don't I let Qiongqiogn take you upstairs to rest for a while, I've already prepared the room."
"It's okay, I still have a meeting with someone here," An Xianming said as he got up and took his smartphone and keys. "Thank you for the meal, I'll take my leave now."
An Xianming tried to get to the door but he could feel his legs not listening to him.
