"Young Su, I have something to tell you."
The drinking at the restaurant had already reached a fever pitch. Geng Feipeng had two empty bottles next to him, having hit his limit of two jin of white liquor. He was slurring his words and had even started calling Su Xuan "Young Su."
"Stop talking," Long Xiwen said, her brow deeply furrowed as she urged him, "Just call your friends and family to come pick you up!"
Long Xiwen had once again witnessed another of Su Xuan's impressive skills: his capacity for alcohol. By now, Su Xuan had also downed two bottles of white liquor, yet he seemed completely unaffected, as if nothing had happened.
