Su Jingshu's delicate features betrayed a faint irritation as she glanced down at the corner of the room once more, noticing Rong Menglan and Song Qing were now accompanied by an adult and a child.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound echoed in the room.
The wine glass in Su Jingshu's hand fell to the carpeted floor.
Wine spilled everywhere, quickly absorbed by the expensive carpet.
Su Jingshu's eyes were fixed on the scene below, her pupils trembling viciously. Her face, filled with disbelief, stared in shock and fear at the two figures seated beside Rong Menglan.
Time rewound to ten minutes earlier.
Song Qing and Rong Menglan had been downing glasses of alcohol, relentlessly clearing the table of drinks.
Yet looking at their expressions, they showed no signs of drunkenness, their cheeks not flushed, and they were not out of breath.
