Jing Yan frowned at He Miao, who was clearly not in a good state. He gently placed the back of his hand on her forehead, feeling the heat from his hand. He then looked at her flushed face and shook his head helplessly.
Just how bad was this woman's alcohol tolerance? She had only drunk a small sip of low-level alcohol and was already drunk.
After laughing, Jing Yan felt a wave of fear. Fortunately, she was only drunk now. If she had already lost her mind when she fell into the water, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
He glared at Meng Xin, who was lying on the ground, and coldly called the waiter in charge. He frowned and rebuked unhappily, "Didn't I say I'm going to book this hot spring? Why did you let her in?"
