His words carried uncertainty.
It was as if he were probing.
Probing even deeper.
"I already said I'm not drunk."
Qiao Xi's expression was already somewhat impatient.
In order to prove she really wasn't drunk, she braced herself with her hands on the table and stood up, her posture very stable.
She looked towards Shen Dang as if to say: See, I'm really not drunk.
Shen Dang: "..."
It seemed he also saw this intention in her eyes.
He found it amusing.
This fool.
Qiao Xi walked towards the living room under Shen Dang's leisurely gaze.
Shen Dang followed her with a relaxed pace.
Qiao Xi sat down on the sofa in the living room, her body immediately sinking into it. She leaned to one side, supporting her head with her hand on the armrest.
Shen Dang leisurely commented, "Looks like you're indeed not drunk."
His tone was ambiguous, neither disappointment nor anything else.
Qiao Xi didn't have the spare energy to wonder if there was any other meaning to his words.
