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"Sister-in-law, are you mad at me? There's nothing going on between Brother Ming and me. If there's any misunderstanding, I apologize."

Saying this, she poured herself another glass of wine and drank it.

"I didn't misunderstand anything, and I'm very sure about your relationship. I really can't drink alcohol."

I'm allergic to alcohol, Zhuang Ming knows this.

I glanced at him, hoping he'd say something.

But unexpectedly, he glared at me and threatened in a whisper, "Drinking a little won't kill you! Ya isn't feeling well and she still drank two glasses. Don't embarrass me!"

Watching him completely disregard my wellbeing, this husband of seven years chilled my heart.

None of his friends tried to persuade him, they all stared at me intently.

As if not drinking would mean they wouldn't let me go.

Xu Ya, instead, acted like the good person.

"Oh well, forget it. Brother Ming, it's alright. Sister-in-law being upset is normal, no problem. I'll drink three glasses as a penalty."