But when she looked over alertly, the gaze disappeared again, incredibly wary.
Yu Ting glanced down at the table, her eyebrows furrowed in thought but not saying anything. She watched as some inebriated men filled her glass with Romane-Conti wine. The red liquid, under the warm-colored lights, looked even more tempting, and all around her were sounds of the sponsor's encouragement.
Song Zhan sitting next to her had also drunk quite a lot, his ears entirely red and his eyes slightly blurry.
Drinking his own share was tolerable, but also shielding Yu Ting from drinking was slightly too much for him to handle.
Having a little drink while discussing business at the dinner table, Yu Ting didn't find it problematic at all, especially as she could hold her drink well and sipping moderately wouldn't hurt.
