Every time Mu Lingchuan's glass was empty, Miss Ye immediately poured him more alcohol.
Mu Lingchuan knew her intention, but just a few bottles of red wine—these he didn't care much about.
However, the looks from the bodyguard and the bartender earlier were slightly different…
When it came to the third bottle, Mu Lingchuan's hand rested on the table, his fingers gently tapping.
"This bottle, I really can't handle anymore, I can't hold my liquor, please forgive me, Miss Ye."
"I drank almost the other two bottles myself, Miss Ye, if you don't mind, I would like to leave now."
He propped himself up, supporting his temples with his fingers, gently rubbing them, clearly showing he couldn't handle more alcohol.
Miss Ye's face changed slightly, yet she still pushed a full glass of wine in front of him.
Her smile was still bright, like a spring breeze.
