“Jiao, after this cup, you’re my good friend!” Rita wrapped her arm around Sheng Jiaoyang’s shoulder, her breath smelling of alcohol as she shouted.

On the side, Lina, who’d also drunk a lot, was shaking her head, dazed. She took out her phone and subconsciously dialled a number, which was soon connected.

“George, I’m drunk, come and pick me up!”’

The man on the phone’s voice changed, “Where are you?”

“Where am I?” Lina looked around, misty-eyed, before turning to ask Rita, “Where are we?”

“My house!” Rita replied without thinking.

A hand from beside her suddenly snatched Lina’s phone. “I also want to make a call.” Sheng Jiaoyang hung up Lina’s call and laid against the bar, the phone almost squashed against her eyes as her fingers slid across the screen.

“Lin Yan, Lin Yan…hehe, found you.”

“Heyyyy, Lin...