Zhihao looked at the red-colored drink that was suddenly poured into his wine glass in a daze. He couldn't remember how many glasses he had before this and he didn't seem to care as he carelessly picked it up and swirled it around before sipping the delicious red wine.
Red wine was perhaps the only wine he ever liked. White wine was always a bit too sour for him, while red wine had the perfect blend of sweet and sour. He liked it and knew that his alcohol tolerance was high so there was no way he was going to stop anytime soon.
He would try to fool himself by constantly repeating it in his mind that he was good with alcohol and he was going to stop if he starts getting drunk, but one look at his face and people would be able to tell that he was drunk.
His eyes were slightly red and puffy as he looked at the man sitting across him. The man seemed to be a bit more sober than him, although he had clearly drunk more.
