Fang Zongli tried to leave but was stubbornly pulled back by Mr. Wan.
Having grown accustomed to drinking, Fang Zongli knew that she was running on her last bit of energy, and if she relaxed, she'd likely black out.
That would be dangerous.
In this den of wolves, she couldn't possibly let her guard down.
"Mr. Wan, I'm not feeling well, I think I need to go to the hospital. I'm sorry I haven't been good company today; I'll come and apologize next time. Please continue without me."
"How are you feeling unwell? Let me take you home, then."
Mr. Wan placed his hand on her, his face flushed with alcohol and feigning concern.
Utterly fake.
The others were drunk too, watching the commotion hazily, chiming in, "Yeah, right, let Mr. Wan be the hero and escort the lady. It's dangerous for a girl to go home alone."
Fang Zongli frowned and pushed away the persistent annoyance, "No need, I can manage on my own."
"Hehe, women, when they say no, they actually mean yes. I get it."
