Staring at Ryan Walyon for quite a while, her gaze shifted back to Summer Sutton.
Going back and forth like this, Ariella Sawyer's head suddenly exploded a bit.
Summer Sutton was also looking at Ryan Walyon, her gaze had been on him for a while now, her attention never focused on the game.
She just counted seriously; Ryan Walyon had already drunk at least a dozen glasses.
If he keeps drinking like this, he might get drunk and go out sideways later.
Estimating that he was probably at his limit, Summer Sutton suddenly lifted her face and looked at Ariella Sawyer, "Little Ariella, why don't you send Ryan back home?"
Ariella Sawyer's mind went blank, unable to believe what she heard.
She should send Ryan Walyon?
This man, cold as moonlight, if he knows tomorrow that she sent him home, he might even think she's trying to flatter him!
"Why me? Aren't there quite a few people here?" Ariella Sawyer couldn't understand Summer Sutton's suggestion.
