C27 Not Getting Drunk

Yang Meinian's icy voice pierced through Luo Qiaoqiao's ears, stirring up fear within her. Her complexion turned ghostly white, and her legs felt like jelly, yet she mustered the courage to stammer out an explanation.

"Let me go. It was you... you who made advances on me first... Ah..."

She was cut off abruptly as Yang Meinian's fist came crashing down onto the table