As they say, beauty lies in the color of liquor: red, brown, white.
「Two in the morning.」
Shen Jing was at GT.
Xie Qinyang grew wilder as the night deepened, and she, infected by his energy, became even wilder.
Having nowhere else to go, Xie Qinyang had dragged her to GT to let loose.
Thus, she indulged herself as if recovering from a heartbreak.
Initially, the old man would call, concerned, telling her to come home early and avoid alcohol. Gradually, however, he relented; young people under work pressure deserved to have their fun.
Old Mr. Shen truly trusted Xie Qinyang, and even more so, he trusted that no one would dare bully his Xiaosi.
Her alcohol tolerance, painstakingly built up with countless shots of white liquor at work engagements, was now unleashed as if a seal had been broken.
She watched a couple in the private room who, having lost a game, were penalized with a ten-minute kiss.
