Fu Yin sobered up from her anger.
Looking at the bottle of red wine she had just opened, she suddenly felt a pang of regret.
If she hadn't opened it, perhaps it wouldn't be so embarrassing later.
She was silent for a moment, poured herself a full glass from the bottle, and downed it in one go, then stood up.
In the shadows not far away, a familiar gaze was cast her way.
Their eyes met, but since the person had been sitting in the shadows, she couldn't see clearly.
And with the drunkenness, she stood up shakily, broke eye contact, and turned to walk towards the bar counter.
Fu Yin steadied herself by holding onto the bar, "Excuse me, do I still have money in my account?"
The staff checked and replied, "Miss Fu, your VIP card is out of funds, and you owe more than twenty-one thousand. How much would you like to deposit this time?"
Fu Yin had no money in her pocket.
