Song Zhongming didn't pour the wine carelessly; he had his own agenda.
Because the person being poured with wine, like Song Qingyang.
After the banquet, Song Qingyang was already too drunk to recognize anyone, so Song Zhongming had a servant escort her back to her room.
Yu Dou was slightly better off, but couldn't conceal his intoxication; he pressed his fingers against his temples several times, his face turning red.
Song Zhongming thought the time was right and said to Yu Dou, "This batch of wine was given to me by a friend recently, and it's my first time serving it to guests. You might not be used to it. However, it's not a problem; Nanshan Residence has plenty of empty rooms. I think you should stay at Nanshan tonight!"
Yu Dou intended to shake his head in refusal, saying he could call his assistant to pick him up.
Song Zhongming naturally wouldn't agree. After a few more words of persuasion, he summoned a servant to escort Yu Dou to a room.
