Fang Junjie raised his eyebrows with a smile, “With you here, what do I have to fear?” “Okay, okay,” Fu Xiaotang nodded vigorously, “But let’s find a smaller table.” Fang Junjie was puzzled, “Why?” Fu Xiaotang, trying to keep a straight face, leaned in close to Fang Junjie, “Do you know why, despite my decent alcohol tolerance, I never drink much? When I get tipsy, I get excited, and who knows what I might do. Last time, when we were celebrating Tang Li opening a new branch with Xiaotao, Jiang Jie, and Wu Jing, I got drunk and…” She paused for effect, biting her lower lip and looking at Fang Junjie with feigned innocence.
Fang Junjie had a bad feeling, “And then what?” Fu Xiaotang blinked her clear, expressive eyes and drawled, “I ended up kissing everyone at the table…”
Fang Junjie nearly choked, grabbing Fu Xiaotang’s hand, and said to Zhang Yindie with a mix of anger and resignation, “Third Sister, I take back what I said earlier, I won’t touch a drop today.” Zhang Rong and Zhang Yindie burst into laughter, exclaiming, “Even the usually arrogant Young Master Junjie has met his match, truly a case of one thing subduing another!”
