"Pour me a glass of mineral water, please."
Actually, all the girls were drinking alcohol, and Huo Xiaoyu had intended to invite Han Lie for a drink. She was a bit surprised and felt somewhat embarrassed.
The girls exchanged glances covertly, probably sensing the aloofness emanating from Han Lie, so they didn't dare to continue the conversation.
An indescribable silence suddenly hung in the air.
Han Lie realized this in an instant.
Strategic Judgement was a god-level talent. Using it to analyze the current situation was truly overkill.
These current girlfriends just don't cut it...
Han Lie complained inwardly, but on the surface, he offered a warm smile.
"I just finished working out and can't drink alcohol."
He glanced up and noticed that the champagne they had opened was a bottle of entry-level Moët, the kind that sold for four to five hundred yuan in a five-star hotel. So, he pointed at the liquor cabinet behind them and smiled.
