Zhao Li's face suddenly turned red, she smiled awkwardly and then nervously turned her head, looking at Gu Lanshan.
Sheng Shi and many people here either grew up together or were later classmates, so it's inevitable to drink and greet each other.
So, when he returned to sit beside Gu Lanshan with his glass, he had already drunk quite a bit of liquor, but his tolerance is always impressive, and he still seemed as elegant and noble as ever.
The seat was well chosen, as Han Chengchi happened to sit right next to Sheng Shi. Since their fight, both of them had been hospitalized, and after Han Chengchi gave Sheng Shi a cheque, there had been no interaction between them. Now, even sitting closely, there was still no exchange of expressions, not even a clink of glasses.
Everyone here was acquaintances; after three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere naturally became much more relaxed, and everyone began to play around fueled by the alcohol.
