When she arrived at the police station, Zhu Qingjia was still drunk. She was wrapped in a down jacket, lying on the table with her long curly hair partially covering her flushed face.
"Jiajia, are you okay?" Wen Sheng came forward to hug Zhu Qingjia, carefully checked her for injuries, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she found none.
When they had parted at the hotpot restaurant earlier, Zhu Qingjia said she had someone to meet, so how did she end up going to a bar alone?
Upon hearing a familiar voice, Zhu Qingjia raised her head, her cheeks red as ripe shrimp, "Sheng... Shengjie?"
A strong smell of alcohol hit her.
"It's me, how did you get so drunk?" Wen Sheng said with concern, touching Zhu Qingjia's cheek tenderly. She could hold her liquor, so how much had she drunk to end up like this?
