Next, the other party found various excuses to drink several more glasses with Xiyan.
Mu Zeyu, the agent, quickly stepped forward to mediate for Xiyan.
"No, Zeyu, I'm okay." Xiyan held her champagne, her cheeks already slightly flushed from drinking.
She propped one hand on the table and raised her glass again, "Mr. Mark, come, I toast to you."
Mu Zeyu glanced at her, his voice concerned yet helpless, "Xiyan, if you keep drinking, you'll get drunk."
But the man named Mark was in high spirits, "Ah, Miss Summer is indeed straightforward, why don't we find a place to sit down, drink and chat?"
My head is spinning...
Xiyan was indeed drunk, so Mu Zeyu stood in front of her, "Mr. Mark, Summer is already drunk, I think maybe another time."
"Get out of the way!" The man was clearly annoyed, "I'm talking to Summer, what's it got to do with you?"
This man was quite influential, and Mu Zeyu couldn't afford to offend him for the moment.
