Beitang You could not help doubting himself as he sat down in his seat.
Was he not even as good-looking as an attendant?
His discontent was slightly assuaged when Yaoyao stopped eyeing the attendant and shifted her gaze away.
Soon, Chu Qi and Ji'er walked, in hand in hand.
The moment the banquet began, Yaoyao suddenly started chugging wine like there was no tomorrow.
Ji'er hurriedly stopped her. "You shouldn't drink so much. You can't hold your liquor well."
"I tell you, Ji'er, I'm actually a really good drinker. It's true—if you don't believe me, I'll have a few more cups to prove it to you," Yaoyao tried to negotiate with her.
The corners of Ji'er's mouth twitched.
If she could be considered a good drinker, there would be no bad drinkers in this world.
How bold of her to claim that she was a good drinker when she would pass out after having just one cup!
Did she think Ji'er did not know her well?
