Murong Jing looked at Shi Qian's dazed eyes and asked, "Qianqian, are you alright?"
Shi Qian rested her chin on her hand and smiled at her. "It's fine. I won't get drunk even after a thousand glasses."
Murong Jing was at a loss for words.
'You have the nerve to say it!'
Murong Jing felt that Shi Qian was probably drunk, so she immediately said, "Qianqian, you look drunk. Why don't I send you home?"
Shi Qian picked up her wine glass and took another sip before she said, "I'm not drunk. Don't worry. I'm not drunk. I should have slept if I'm truly drunk."
Murong Jing was dumbfounded.
She suddenly felt she should not have allowed Shi Qian to drink.
Lust mesmerized a man and came toward the ladies at this moment.
"Beauty, do you need help?"
Murong Jing glanced at the man in annoyance. "Get lost!"
