But Lu Fengxuan trusted her own judgment.
There was definitely something mixed into the wine, and the waiter's reaction earlier had confirmed it.
"Where's the problem…" Lu Fengxuan muttered under her breath, glancing at Wei Hang lying on the sofa.
She set down the wine bottle, leaned closer, and softly asked:
"Wei Shao, is there something good in the wine that made you drunk so quickly? I'm getting a bit jealous just looking at you—makes me want to have a taste too."
"Drink! Drink!!" Wei Hang sprang up suddenly like a corpse coming alive, miming the action of drinking with his right hand.
Wei Hang was seven or eight drinks deep, his vision blurry, the world in front of him wobbling incessantly, making him both dizzy and dazed.
"Miss Lu, Miss Lu, this wine… this wine is something special. I bribed the bartender to mix in a little something magical—drink it, and you'll feel like you're in heaven..."
