Upon hearing someone calling her name, Zhen An Xin turned around to look at the person who had just called her.
With her alcohol-induced red cheeks, she squinted. When she recognized the person, for some reason, instead of talking normally, she whispered, "Mr. Lu?"
Looking at her reddened cheeks and dazed expression, Lu Ziyan chuckled and wheeled himself closer to her. When he was sitting right next to her, he asked, "That's a lot of alcohol. Are you waiting for someone?"
She looked at the bottles of beers on her table and shook her head. "Mine…"
"Why are you drinking so much on a Sunday night? Shouldn't you be with your husband?" he asked while he glanced at the amount of food on the table.
An Xin gave him a drunken smile and placed a finger on his lips as she said in a hushed tone, "Sshhh… Don't tell anyone, but my husband is with his mistress now…"
"What?" Lu Ziyan gasped. "What are you talking about?"
