It was only a glass of fermented soybean spirit; the cup wasn't especially big, and could only contain around three ounces of alcohol.
Yet, in less than a few minutes, Feng Ling began to feel dizzy. Her vision began to blur, and the heat in her stomach seemed to be spreading towards her head.
She glanced at the food and drinks on the table and felt that, if she stayed here any longer, she would only put herself at a disadvantage. Li Nanheng did not fall for her trick. Don't even mention getting him to open up, getting him drunk was a feat harder than soaring into heaven.
Feng Ling lost the patience to maintain their battle of courage and wits. She covered her lips and spoke: "This is my first time having that drink. I'm not adjusting well to it, and my stomach feels uncomfortable. Boss, you continue eating. I'll head back now."
Feng Ling moved to leave.
