Zhuo Junyue poured himself another drink, his brows furrowing deeper.
For a brief moment, Zhuo Junyue actually wanted to see if he could be interested in another woman.
Yet, before even getting close, he was filled with a sense of revulsion.
He thought he must have been poisoned, poisoned by that little thing.
This kind of toxicity, likely no cure could remedy.
Li Jinrui, watching him gulp down several more drinks, couldn't help saying, "Junyue, I know you can hold your liquor, but at this rate, are you planning to drink until your stomach ruptures?"
"I asked you to drink, not to bullshit, cheers!"
After saying that, Zhuo Junyue clinked his glass against Li Jinrui's and downed his drink first.
Li Jinrui, watching all of this, found it hard to accept this sort of behavior from a renowned playboy like him.
He glanced at the woman next to him, "Get lost."
The woman gingerly moved away, obediently sitting on the other side and pouring drinks for Li Jinrui.
