Seeing Zhao Dong in such a state startled Xu Yafei, who rushed over to support him. "Zhao Dong, are you alright? What's happening to you?"
Zhao Dong could no longer speak. He gasped desperately for air, his face turning as pale as a sheet of paper.
Xu Yafei gritted her teeth. No matter how ruthless she could be, she couldn't just stand by and watch Zhao Dong come to harm right in front of her.
Finally, Xu Yafei turned to Yan Yan. "Yan Yan, go upstairs and help Han Chuxue down. Do it now, immediately!"
Yan Yan was confused. "Isn't Han Chuxue drunk? What do you want with her?"
"Just get her down here! It's better that she's drunk!"
"Okay, I'll go right now!"
Yan Yan immediately went upstairs and laboriously helped Han Chuxue down. Han Chuxue's eyes were hazy and her face was flushed. She was heavily intoxicated, her steps unsteady. She leaned on Yan Yan's shoulder, swaying precariously.
"Yafei, what now?" Yan Yan still didn't understand what Xu Yafei was planning.
