"Miss Jiang, are you drunk?"

　　"Why are you so drunk that you can't even walk well..."

　　The guests around them whispered a few words. [Lisa]'s eyes were filled with imperceptible displeasure, and her mouth was full of concern. "Xing Zhou, Miss Jiang certainly didn't mean to do that. How about I take her to her room to have a rest for a while, and you go to the bathroom to clean up your clothes?"

　　What a considerate confidant.

　　With a sneer in her heart, Jiang canglan tightly held the neck of Lu Xingzhou, her eyes intoxicated and confused.

　　"Good city. It's so noisy here. Let's go home."

　　She was a...