"He is not drunk. Why does he need sobering pills?" Ji Nuan didn't look at Qin Siting. She stared at the man sitting on the sofa over the tall, leggy Qin Siting.
Her eyes flitted over the scantily clad woman beside him. Noticing her glance, the woman immediately perceived the relationship between Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen with her instinct and looked back at her defiantly.
Qin Siting thought Ji Nuan would lose her temper, but she didn't.
Mo Jingshen didn't look fully sober. After all, Qin Siting did order a lot of wine today. Half drunk, he looked even colder and attractive. A few buttons of his black shirt were unbuttoned, and the bar girl sitting next to him kept looking into his collar with fascination.
