Watching Chuchu leave in haste, Yan Hui swallowed back the unfinished words and turned to look at Ming Wan, whose cheeks were flushed.
He looked speechlessly at the half bottle of wine remaining on the table and the wine-stained glass, realizing that this girl drank alone.
"Wanwan, didn't I tell you not to drink?" Yan Hui couldn't help but use a lecturing tone.
Ming Wan, already feeling anxious inside, blinked her eyes. But when the alcohol surged up from her stomach, she instead felt a reckless urge and retorted:
"Why should I listen to you? Today I won't listen to anyone; I just want to drink, and I will drink!"
Wow! She's actually talking back; she must be really drunk.
Yan Hui, with a hint of indulgence, sat across from her, both amused and helpless, and looked intently at Ming Wan with eyes full of inquiry and observation.
Ming Wan, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, twisted her body, picked up the glass, and took another small sip.
