"Then just bear with it for a bit."
"...!"
Wu Yuchen felt that Qin Muni loved to put herself in compromising situations whether drunk or not. What could be done?
She couldn't stop Qin Muni and could only watch as she downed another glass of alcohol.
Once the drink was finished, Qin Muni placed the glass back on the bar and climbed down from the high chair.
"Where are you going?"
Qin Muni gave her a radiant smile and then replied, "To sing."
"What?" Wu Yuchen didn't understand why she meant singing.
It wasn't until Qin Muni, seizing her lack of reaction, stepped toward the stage where the singer was, that she realized.
She wanted to stop Qin Muni, but it was too late; Qin Muni had already walked up onto the stage and whispered a few words to the singer.
The singer nodded to her, stood up, and handed the guitar to Qin Muni.
Qin Muni sat on the high chair left by the singer, a carefree smile blossomed across her delicate, picturesque face.
