Su Jiameng looked at the few people who were silent and half-dead, and rolled her eyes covertly. She swore this was the coldest celebration she had ever attended. After all, how could a few unfamiliar people thrown together spark any intense interaction?
Even in such an awkward situation, Gu Ningzhi remained cheekily upbeat, trying to liven up the atmosphere. But considering someone's limited ability and the aloofness of the participants, he could only taste the bitterness of failure.
"You can't drink..." Watching the group quietly waiting for the alcohol's effects to fade, Su Jiameng looked around and reached for the glass in front of Guan Changxi... Changxi was a robot and couldn't drink, so she, the owner, decided to help out.
Her hand hadn't even touched the glass when it was stopped by an intervening hand. Looking up, it was Gu Ningxuan.
