At that moment, Shang Yu, with tense features, walked up to Li Qiao, bent down, and took away her wine glass and beer.
Li Qiao dropped her leg and stared at the man unblinkingly, her gaze sluggishly following his movements, her expression somewhat dumbfounded, "You're here."
Shang Yu squinted his eyes expressionlessly, took the opportunity to sit beside her, and draped his arm over the back of the sofa behind her head, "Drunk?"
Li Qiao straightened her posture, crossed her arms, and looked at him as she slowly shook her head, "Not drunk."
The man leaned in close enough to easily detect the scent of alcohol in her breath, then turned his head to look at the messy array of empty beer cans on the coffee table, picking one up only to find it empty.
In his memory, Li Qiao had a good tolerance for alcohol and had never been drunk.
Shang Yu's eyes held a hint of an enigmatic smile, "Sure? Who am I?"
