Watching Kong Lingwen look like a frightened little white rabbit, Zhou Haiping got even more excited and chuckled: "Just give in to me, I promise you'll feel good."
"Baby, stop swaying so much, I'm getting a bit dizzy."
"I'm not swaying!"
Kong Lingwen looked innocently at him, genuinely standing still without moving.
The next second, Zhou Haiping felt the world spinning and fell under the table, unconscious.
Kong Lingwen glanced at Xiaosun who was already slumped over on the table not far away.
She exchanged a glance with Yang Cheng, both sharing a mischievous grin; the earlier panic was naturally staged. Zhou Haiping, with his drunken state, was incapable of doing anything.
Even without Yang Cheng, she could deliver a precise kick to make Zhou Haiping wish he was dead.
"Yang Cheng, what did you put in the wine? The real Romanée-Conti doesn't taste like this!"
Kong Lingwen picked up the wine bottle and sniffed it, immediately wrinkling her nose in disgust.
