The next thing they knew, An Xiaoning had picked up a newly-opened bottle of liquor and poured the expensive liquor over the male classmate's head, completely drenching him.
"Have you sobered up yet?" she questioned.
The male classmate wiped the alcohol off his face, feeling much more sobered up.
He frantically nodded.
"You were spouting such outrageous rubbish after drinking the liquor that we bought. What a waste. I know clearly whether or not I'm a clean woman. Must I still report to you specifically? Stop being thick-skinned and calling Qingyan your buddy. He doesn't have a buddy like you. Don't go around spreading nonsense," An Xiaoning said with a sarcastic smile, after which she slammed the empty bottle of liquor down onto the coffee table with a loud, crisp sound.
