"Lin Jie, are you really okay? Should we postpone meeting with Han Wenbin?" An Kexin asked with a concerned look.
Lin Jie, sitting in the back seat of the car, touched his left temple again and couldn't help but grimace!
There was a large swelling bump there, and it stung with a touch.
This was caused when he fell to the ground and hit his head on the chair leg. Compared to Zhao Mo, who had two ribs broken by a kick from Du Feixue, his injury was negligible.
Lin Jie looked at the passing streetlights outside the car window and said softly, "It's nothing, just a bump."
"This fall even shook off most of my drunkenness, no problem handling Han Wenbin!"
An Kexin suddenly chuckled and said, "Did you really get drunk on just one glass of red wine?"
This question left Lin Jie in a big embarrassment.
He hadn't expected that his body's tolerance for alcohol would be so low that just one glass of red wine knocked him out. It seems that this fine drink is destined to be not for him.
