Zhang Kai looked at Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao sat there, clearly feeling the air around her turn colder and colder, already reaching freezing point.
Moreover, she had already rejected him politely. Estimating that he was drunk and unable to communicate, she decided to be clear, "I told you I have a boyfriend. Sorry, you're not my type."
Zhang Kai, "Then have a drink with me."
He held the beer bottle in his hand, unsteadily grabbed a glass, filled it up, and handed it to Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao, "Sorry, I can't drink."
Zhang Kai, "Give me some respect, have a drink, and we can talk about you later."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly became unsteady, and he fell forward.
Just as his head was about to hit the sofa, Qin Shaonan grabbed his arm and stabilized him, "Sober now?"
The excessively cold voice poured into his ears, sobering Zhang Kai up by seventy to eighty percent, "Instructor Qin, I'm sober."
Qin Shaonan's gaze fell on Zhang Kai.
