When Chen Pingchuan questioned her, the young girl seemed greatly frightened. Waving her hands in a panic, she hastily explained, "No, no, it's not because I didn't have enough to drink."
Chen Pingchuan lightly raised an eyebrow. He seemed to have some idea of the girl's intentions, but he wasn't certain.
"Then please hurry up. I'm about to get off work. As you can see, I've mixed many drinks for you all today, and I'm quite tired. If there's nothing else, I'm heading out."
The indifferent male voice carried a hint of impatience. Chen Pingchuan was always a master at controlling the pace of a conversation. He was accustomed to using probing words to pressure others, forcing them to reveal their hidden thoughts.
Upon hearing his words, the girl dared not hesitate any longer. Her gentle voice was as quiet as a mosquito's hum.
