Chairman Li quickly noticed and immediately asked her assistant who still hadn't arrived.
But after checking once more, all the invited guests who should be there had already arrived.
"Xiao Song, go take a look."
Song Jin answered and, as he turned around, quietly put his wine glass down.
Only after he walked a bit did his body start to sway.
His alcohol tolerance was poor. He'd already drunk quite a lot earlier keeping Li Jiaojiao company, and then he'd blocked more drinks for the chairman—red and white, anything they shoved his way. The chairman didn't speak up for him at all, just let him be poured into like livestock.
There were a lot of people crowded around the entrance. Song Jin couldn't squeeze in, and he hadn't planned on pushing his way forward anyway. He found a spot to rest for a bit and asked a waiter for a glass of water to sober up.
His head was about to explode. In a daze, he heard someone say:
