Everyone with the right to sit here is sharp, who wouldn't notice the threat in Ji Manman's words?
Qin Yiren pinched her slightly numb fingertips, her black-and-white eyes staring unblinkingly at Brother Han, her voice slightly hoarse as she spoke: "Please tell the truth."
"Uh..."
Brother Han's forehead broke into a sweat. He looked at the serious expression of Qin Yiren, then at the half-smiling Ji Manman, and with difficulty made a choice: "Sister Manman, sorry, I drank too much, don't take my babbling to heart."
With these words, the atmosphere in the private room became extremely tense.
Only Ji Manman smiled sweetly, leisurely assessing Qin Yiren's pale face, and said nonchalantly: "Brother Han, we've been friends for a long time, how could I take your drunken words to heart?"
Here she deliberately paused, sarcastically adding, "But certain scheming women are different. I've really taken this slap unfairly. Who can take her to the police station to sober up?"
