Ye Qingci: "..."
She didn't wobble at all, okay?
She had been sitting properly all along!
Ye Qingci felt that the scene before her was quite familiar, she leaned in to sniff, "Miaoyu, are you drunk?"
"Drunk?" Han Shaobing, who had been engrossed in his card game, was startled, "When did Miaoyu drink? She can't drink, she's allergic to alcohol. She gets drunk if she touches it!"
Han Shaobing threw his cards to his assistant standing behind him, took hold of Han Miaoyu's shoulders with both hands, spun her body over to face him, "Miaoyu, have you been drinking?"
"No, I haven't," Han Miaoyu said with innocent, wide eyes, "I didn't drink any alcohol, I had juice!"
Han Shaobing glanced at the table and was speechless... He had been so absorbed in playing cards that he put his own drink to his left. Since it was just a social drink, he was having a cocktail with a hint of sweetness, and it seemed his sister, also absorbed in her cards, mistook his drink for a beverage and drank it.