The woman chuckled, her laugh taking on a different kind of beauty. She looked at Fu Tingzhou, muttering again, "He's right here."
The man squinted his eyes, a trace of ferocity in his gaze.
Tang Xi stood up, her blue long dress scattered by the sea breeze like a sea sprite stepping onto the shore in the dark night. Everyone's eyes were fixed on her, unable to look away as she took the vodka from Xu Manxue's hand and tipped her head back to drink it.
She drank fast and urgently.
The liquor was spicy and bone-chilling as it went down her throat.
Head hung low, she chuckled lightly, "That person you want to know about... Mengshu, are you curious?"
Mengshu was stunned for a moment, "Ah, Xi, what are you talking about, you must be drunk. Let your sister help you back to rest." This damn girl is drunk and ranting nonsense, Mengshu promptly supported Tang Xi away from the dining table to prevent any more absurd outbursts about heroic rescues.
