Zhan Jia 'er did not want li junyu to have a bad impression of her. However, since things had come to this, she could only do this.
She knew that li junyu had attended a ball before he came back, so she could only rely on him.
She loved him, and she didn't do it on purpose.
Zhan Jia 'er consoled herself in her heart and absolved herself of her own actions. At the same time, she said in an ethereal voice that was trembling with weakness,"He was the last person I saw before I fainted. He was the one who handed me the glass of wine. He hit on me at the ball and said that he was the young master of the Li family and wanted to buy me a drink. He teased me, teased me, teased me, did I get drugged? Mr. Police, save me, Yingluo, save me, Yingluo, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu!"
The Woman in White muslin asked the police officers for help with a sobbing tone.
