It makes sense; drinking at this hour is indeed a bit early.
Wen Li directly refused the prisoner a drink, which wasn't unexpected for Fu Qian.
We had just analyzed the risks of silencing someone, let alone such a blatant scenario.
Asking the prisoner to drink a suspicious, unidentified beverage in this situation?
This isn't the way to tempt fate.
What amazed Fu Qian was that Miss Wen, even in refusal, was so tactful, still finding a reason.
Her lack of opinion earlier likely intended to encourage some appreciation for self-preservation.
Alas, this courtesy of saving face for the prisoner was certainly unappreciated.
"Indeed, it's still somewhat bright."
At this moment, as Fu Qian's confiscated wine glass was placed back on the table, he chose to vent his frustration in the classic manner.
"What's going on? Wasn't it said that night would fall soon?"
He frowned at Professor Lisa, immediately voicing dissatisfaction with her schedule.
"It should be soon..."
