Deep into the night, at the entrance of the residence of Jiang Bin, the Commanding Officer of the Brocade Guards.
Having drank some wine and looking slightly flushed, Jiang Bin is being supported by Lin Qingyi, who insists on walking Pei Xuanjing out to the door.
"Mr. Pei, it's been a long time since I've been this happy drinking. To tell you the truth, I've hardly ever admitted defeat when it comes to drinking, and today, you're one of the few," Jiang Bin said, swaying slightly.
"Mr. Bin, watch your step," Lin Qingyi carefully guided Jiang Bin while addressing Pei Xuanjing, who also appeared a bit flushed, "Mr. Pei, why don't you stay the night? If not, just wait a while. After I help him to bed, I can escort you home."
Lin Qingyi never imagined that the two of them would get into a drinking competition. Now, both of them were somewhat intoxicated.
However, perhaps because of his profound martial arts skill, Pei Xuanjing did not seem to be too severely affected.