"Sorry, Li Wen, I'm not feeling well, I'm afraid I can't stay and accompany you," Zhao Xuemo said apologetically, "I'm sorry."
After saying that, regardless of whether Li Wen agreed, Zhao Xuemo picked up her bag and turned to walk out of the booth. However, just as she was about to leave the door, she felt a wave of dizziness, her head heavy, limbs weak, and she was about to collapse at any moment.
"Hm? What's happening to me?" Zhao Xuemo knew that she had only had one drink, not overindulging. No matter how strong that drink was, it couldn't possibly make her drunk. Especially since she had worked in public relations before, if nothing else, her ability to hold alcohol was quite strong. How could one drink make her dizzy?
