Leng Jian hadn't been happy for a few minutes when the person sitting in front of him suddenly stopped eating and drinking.
Just holding onto the red wine glass, staring at the last sip of red wine, continuously swirling it...
Her pale fingers swirled the wine glass while her little head swayed back and forth too.
Her fair face, under the light, was suffused with a blush, looking rather rosy.
It seemed like she was getting drunk.
Leng Jian felt a twinge of concern and blurted out, "Are you drunk?"
"Not drunk! I have a huge tolerance, a thousand drinks won't make me drunk, how could a few glasses of red wine possibly make me drunk?" Zhang Lingying rebutted without a second's hesitation.
The look she gave Leng Jian was bright and sparkling, indeed not seeming like she was drunk.
But for someone who had never drunk alcohol before to boast about having a huge tolerance and being able to drink a thousand cups was seriously odd.
