"Haha, Angelina can't even hold her liquor as well as I can, look at her, all passed out, and I'm still fine!"
Wang Ye said with a bit of surprise in his laughter.
In the past, when he drank with Angelina, her tolerance had been much better than his.
Today, he had "performed" quite well, managing to remain upright even as Angelina collapsed.
Of course, Wang Ye conveniently ignored the fact that Angelina had been drinking the lion's share of each toast while he only sipped a little...
As he spoke, Wang Ye staggered to his feet, with Natalia quickly standing up as well, supporting Wang Ye's arm, fearing he would topple over onto the floor.
"Misha, you've had too much to drink as well, let me help you to the bedroom to lie down and rest," Natalia said with concern.
Wang Ye waved his hand, slurring, "I'm fine... How could I be drunk off just this much! You go take Angelina back to her room, I'll go to the bathroom first and then head back to my room."
