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This little incident didn't grab Yu Xiaoxuan's attention at all. She held the glass of orange fruit wine, taking one sip after another while Shen Qinglan was distracted.
By the time Shen Qinglan dealt with the greasy-haired guy, there were already four empty glasses in front of Yu Xiaoxuan.
Shen Qinglan, who usually didn't show her emotions, rubbed her forehead helplessly, already anticipating the impending disaster.
Seeing Yu Xiaoxuan reaching for a fifth glass, Shen Qinglan quickly moved it further away. There were already men itching to approach, eager to chat up such a rare beauty.
Noticing Yu Xiaoxuan's hazy eyes, Shen Qinglan knew the girl was drunk. She pulled out some paper money, tossed it on the counter, and dragged Yu Xiaoxuan out of the bar.
Fortunately, no one stopped them on the way out, and they smoothly exited the bar. Just as Shen Qinglan was about to hail a cab, Yu Xiaoxuan clutched her mouth, bent over, and began vomiting violently on a tree.
