Mu Lingchuan still stared at her coldly, stared for a quite a while.
The cold scrutiny was almost unbearable for Zimo, just when she wanted to speak up.
Suddenly, Mu Lingchuan said, "The reason I said I didn't need to take any responsibility for last night is because I already knew there was something wrong with that bottle of wine, and I had no intention of drinking it, much less letting you take it for me."
Zimo blinked, looking at him, "You knew there was something wrong with the wine?"
"What else? Do you think just two or three bottles of red wine could make me pass out? Why do you think I insisted on not drinking and pretended to be drunk?"
"You… you were pretending to be drunk last night?" Zimo was completely dumbfounded. How could she know these things?
He faked being drunk so convincingly that she couldn't tell the difference at all.
She thought he was really drunk, thought he was really in such discomfort.
