As Zhang Wei scanned the room, the lively atmosphere of the party enveloped him. Suddenly, someone approached from behind, their steps adorned with the rhythm of the event.
A woman, dressed in a striking red open-shoulder dress, emerged into his peripheral vision.
It was Cai Wenxi, holding two wine glasses with an air of mischief.
"Hey, who do we have here? Is it you, the troublesome man from Qingyun?" she remarked, her voice weaving through the sounds of laughter and music, carrying a playful tone that danced with the music.
"Mhm?"
Zhang Wei was inwardly taken aback, his surprise briefly flickering across his face before he composed himself.
As he looked closer, he noticed Cai Wenxi's flushed face, , it became evident she had been indulging in a generous amount of drinks for whatever reason.
Regardless, he accepted a glass from her outstretched hand with a courteous smile. "Yes, that would be me. Thank you."
