Downing the drink Li Qingman had offered him in front of Yu Qinghuai was, admittedly, a bit brazen. Jiang Yuchi felt a flicker of trepidation at first, but her alcohol-clouded mind quickly suppressed it.
Like a murderer drawn back to the scene of a crime to admire their handiwork, she even leaned in deliberately, wanting to relish Yu Qinghuai’s reaction.
Before she could bring him into focus, however, a firm, rough grip clamped onto her wrist and dragged her forward.
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