Cheng Yi was drunk, but what he said was the truth.

Shang Qian's eyes were dark and dark, he couldn't help but clenched the cup in his hand, and raised his eyes to look in Su Nan's direction.

There was a little drunkenness in her eyes, and the bright and dark light covered her half-brightness, outlining the outline of her delicate profile, exuding a touch of softness and melancholy.