Even though her body was frail, she felt no fear.
He always had a good tolerance for alcohol and almost never got drunk.
Even when Ye Wuge and Yun Yi occasionally joined forces out of curiosity to get him drunk, they couldn't.
But now, was he really drunk?
If not, why was he seeing this familiar face here?
Xiao Chen, feeling uncharacteristically childish, rubbed his eyes, but that familiar face still appeared clearly before him.
His brain hadn't yet reacted, but his legs had already instinctively walked over there.
The petite woman surrounded by those men couldn't match their strength. Although she initially wielded a bottle and had the upper hand, she soon fell behind.
The woman gritted her teeth, relying on her small stature, and while they were off guard, she fiercely jabbed the bottle into Mr. Zhang's face.
"Ah."
Mr. Zhang screamed, lifting his hand to seize the broken bottle from her hands.
