The alcohol was an exceptionally strong foreign liquor, with a lasting effect, and everyone was intent on riling each other up; this glass of liquor was indeed poured quite full. Chiang Qing downed it in one gulp, without waiting for the lasting impact. Her cheeks immediately burned like an evening sunset, making her face even more radiant.
She flipped the glass upside down with a smile to show she had finished it, but couldn't withstand the aftereffects of the liquor, and nearly stumbled.
"Careful." Old Master Wang immediately supported her.
But Chiang Qing's smile froze for a reason - the old guy's hand was right on her shapely buttocks, and it was moving.
Damn old lecher!
Chiang Qing pretended not to notice, smiled, and said thank you, then sat down smoothly.
Old Master Wang's eyes showed a hint of reluctance, but he sat down with a smile, his eyes unable to leave Chiang Qing's face.
