On the contrary, my friendship with Yan Qiuwen might actually be an influencing factor for her.
At least, I could occasionally have a chat with this genius, making her think I'm somewhat interesting.
Thus, Su Zelin felt he had to compete somehow.
Under Zelin's gaze, Yan Qiuwen was about to speak when suddenly a rush of heat surged to her head, her delicate body swayed, and she rubbed her head: "I...I'm a bit dizzy."
He couldn't help but be surprised.
He was a regular at drinking sessions and instantly understood that Yan Qiuwen's state was a sign of intoxication.
Impossible, she was fine just a moment ago, how could she get drunk so suddenly?
The important discussion hadn't even been settled yet.
"We'll talk some other day, I have to go home now."
Yan Qiuwen stood up but walked unsteadily, as if she was treading on clouds.
Su Zelin saw her like this and knew she couldn't hold on for long.
