Su Xuan was finally helped by Miao Qingfeng into his private room. Seeing his drunken state, Miao Qingfeng couldn't help but want to laugh.
When sober, he was a tough, big man, but now he seemed like a docile little lamb.
Miao Qingfeng couldn't bear to see Su Xuan like this; she still hoped something would happen between them later.
So Miao Qingfeng took out a small bottle of pills from her purse and fed him a few. Within minutes, Su Xuan regained his consciousness, albeit with a slight headache.
This was a special antidote for alcohol she had developed herself, capable of sobering someone up in minutes.
Su Xuan sat at the table for a while before he fully came to and asked, "What just happened?"
He scratched his head as he asked.
"You're asking me?" said Miao Qingfeng teasingly. "You were the one who got drunk, despite claiming you could handle a thousand drinks."
