Gu Shaoting finished a glass and then poured another one. Seeing that he couldn't dissuade him, He Ming just let him be. As long as he didn't mix his drinks, his stomach wouldn't ache.
Before long, He Ming noticed that Gu Shaoting looked absent-minded, his eyes distant, and his face flushed. He quickly grabbed his hand to stop him from drinking more.
Gu Shaoting shook off his hand and wanted to continue drinking.
"Brother Ting, that's enough. Stop drinking. You're already getting drunk. Be mindful of your stomach," He Ming cautioned.
"Don't babble. Just let me drink!" Gu Shaoting's face was red as he spoke loudly.
"It's late, let's go. We can come again another time, okay?" He Ming just wanted to take him back as quickly as possible.
Gu Shaoting stumbled out of the private room, and He Ming rushed forward to support him.
