Song Yi wasn't drunk.
She drank heavily, but her mind was clear.
She's been in the business world, has a good alcohol tolerance, usually socializes a lot; women with poor drinking capacity would suffer greatly in the business world.
In the restroom, her face was flushed, like it was stained with rouge, her eyebrows tightly knitted, looking very uncomfortable.
Song Nuan patted her back, "Why did you drink so much?"
Song Yi only felt a burning sensation in her stomach, her throat was uncomfortable, and at this moment, she didn't feel like talking.
...
When she went out, Song Nuan supported her whole body, she felt like she was floating while walking.
Fu Jingsheng looked at Song Yi coming out, her face blushing bright, even the corners of her eyes were tinted red, exuding a demure charm.
"Buy some sobering-up medicine later." Fu Jingsheng said, "Bad drinker but loves to drink."
Song Yi was looking at the ground, her mind very clear, just sullen and didn't speak.
