Su Wan was too lazy to waste another word and picked up her bag to leave.
Just as she took a step forward, she suddenly saw a blur before her eyes, her head spun violently, and she slumped back into the chair.
The effect of the alcohol was ferocious. Su Wan supported her body with one hand on her forehead and blinked, trying to clear her head.
The nauseating laughter of the director rang in her ears, "Miss Su may not know, but this is strong liquor. Someone who isn't good with alcohol would be knocked out by one glass."
Su Wan clenched her fists, curses stuck in her throat. Brother Chengjing wasn't there, her head was growing dizzier, and she was alone and helpless.
As the director drew closer, Su Wan's eyes became as cold as ice. She wondered whether it would be better to kick him hard when he approached or to use the dinner knife she was holding.
