Jiang Tan blushed and sat back down, hearing Zhou Yinghuai's voice sounding nonchalant as he said, "Little girls do not drink alcohol."
Everyone present was smart, a group of sharp people.
Once Zhou Yinghuai displayed this protective demeanor, the bald-headed boss immediately changed his tune and smiled saying, "Have some fruit juice! The young lady can simply drink fruit juice!"
The fruit juice that night was exceptionally sweet, most likely fresh-squeezed with an excess amount of sugar.
Jiang Tan drank several cups in a row, furrowing her brow while seeking some water to drink.
When people are anxious, they often do foolish things.
For example, Jiang Tan. She mistook the white liquor for water to wash the taste down, only realizing after it was down her throat did she force herself to swallow.
Zhou Yinghuai watched her, a hint of amusement clear in his eyes.
He ordered the waiter to pour a cup of hot water.
