"I didn't expect you to hold your liquor this well. Let's get together again sometime!" Cheng Feng said, looking at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen coldly smiled, ignoring him, his steps somewhat unsteady.
In the past, this amount of alcohol wouldn't have meant anything.
Unfortunately, it's not the alcohol that gets people drunk, it's the people themselves.
"Take it slow!" Wu Qiaoyun hurriedly caught up, supporting Yang Chen, and said worriedly, "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
After all, he had drunk two bottles of baijiu, which was quite alarming to anyone watching.
"I'm fine!" Yang Chen replied indifferently, not caring at all.
Even though Yang Chen said so, Wu Qiaoyun was still worried. She put all her effort into supporting him, carefully helping him down the stairs.
Two people approached from the other side.
Upon seeing these two people, Yang Chen's eyes slightly narrowed, and some of the alcohol in his system seemed to dissipate.
