An Nan sat beside Lan Xinxixi, never speaking a word from start to finish, and she didn't even glance at the mahjong table. Lin Mubai took it all in, yet felt a deep pain in his heart. Did she dislike him so much that she didn't even want to look at him?
As he pondered, the atmosphere around Lin Mubai grew increasingly cold, even his close friends frequently side-eyed him, but none dared to say anything.
An Nan, sitting on the sofa, looked equally upset. Usually drinking sparingly, she didn't refuse the glasses that Lan Xinxixi kept handing her, only taking them and sipping lightly. It was unknown how many glasses she had downed in a short span of time; she just felt her mind getting sharper.
Those around watched her change, each wide-eyed, exchanging glances of disbelief, as a voice echoed in their hearts, "Is this still a woman? She's drank so much yet remains this clear-headed."
She soon stunned everyone with her actions.
