"It's nothing, I'll have a couple of drinks."
After all, she could handle her liquor well, no matter how much she drank, she wouldn't get drunk.
Upon hearing this, Xia Chuyan said nothing, just lowered her head.
The two sat and drank, watching several scantily clad women on stage whipping their hair and twisting their slim waists.
The lively music and dance created a hot and fiery atmosphere.
Xia Weibao frowned slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
She liked dancing, but she preferred the soft, gentle Ancient Dance, not this overly intense modern dance.
Still, it was a bit of a novelty.
As she watched, the waiter had already mixed the drinks and handed them over.
She reached out, picked up a glass, and sniffed it lightly—strong alcohol smell, no poison.
So she took a sip with ease.
While drinking, she chatted casually with Xia Chuyan.
Soon, as one glass reached the bottom and the other was halfway through, Xia Yongtong walked over.
