Later, Yu Weiwei never took Xu Chaomu out for drinks again.
However, Yu Weiwei's own tolerance for alcohol wasn't that impressive, about on par with Xu Chaomu.
"Come on, take me out for drinks. If I get drunk and throw myself at you, I won't hold you responsible," Xu Chaomu's mood had improved a bit, so she shook Yu Weiwei's arm.
"I'm not into women."
"Please, please take me out, Weiwei. You're beloved by all, flowers bloom at your sight, birds freeze when they see you, and cars blow tires when they pass you by. Weiwei, you're the nation's beauty, captivating and lovely, fish sink and geese fall, the moon hides in shame compared to you. Weiwei, you—"
"Scram!" Yu Weiwei rolled her eyes.
Unable to withstand Xu Chaomu's relentless nagging, Yu Weiwei ended up taking her out.
"Let's get one thing straight, if you get drunk and start hugging the fortune cat, laughing and crying, I'm leaving. It's so embarrassing!"
"Mhm, mhm!" Xu Chaomu nodded obediently.
