Lin Zhiyi glanced at Song Wanqiu, who was drunkenly cradling her head, feeling somewhat dazed.
But since the principal and the others had dispersed, she decided to treat this glass of alcohol as the last one, planning to find an excuse to leave after finishing it.
It would be a decent way to save face; after all, she had taken some hangover medicine, so a small glass of alcohol wouldn't be a problem.
She was about to drink when the door behind her was pushed open.
Gong Chen entered, with a cold aura, immediately causing the three men to restrain their expressions significantly.
One of them tried to curry favor, saying, "Third Young Master, what happened to your lip? Is it okay?"
Gong Chen touched it and said meaningfully, "It was bitten."
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi's cheeks flushed red.
The three men thought he had accidentally bitten it himself and didn't pay it much attention, pointing instead to Song Wanqiu, who was propping up her cheeks.