Qin Anhao fanned the air in disdain, "How much have you been drinking?"
The security guard from the company helped Xie Ziyao into the office and then left.
Qin Anhao stepped forward, frowned, and asked, "Xie Ziyao, how much have you drunk?"
"I want to drink more." Xie Ziyao looked up with hazy eyes. Her cheeks were rosy, usually looking quite spirited, but now, dressed in casual clothes, she exuded a certain femininity. Her crimson lips appeared more alluring than usual.
"Qin Anhao, I came to drink with you."
Xie Ziyao tried hard to open her eyes wider, reaching out to grab Qin Anhao. She grinned and said, "Drink."
"You're already like this and still want to drink?" Qin Anhao pulled her to a wooden chair usually used for meeting guests. He stood up to pour tea for Xie Ziyao, but she held onto his hand tightly, refusing to let go, insisting on talking about drinking.
