Ye Fan and Namie were sitting diagonally opposite each other, with a coffee table half-blocking between them. On the coffee table, there was alcohol.
Nami appeared on high alert, looking as if she was ready to pounce, eager to immediately cut down Ye Fan right in front of her.
However, she knew deep down that she couldn't do it. Therefore, apart from being on guard to attack, she didn't dare act rashly.
Nami continued to glare at Ye Fan intensely, but Ye Fan was indifferent to Nami's wariness.
Ye Fan drained his glass, stood slightly to refill it with more alcohol, and realistically praised, "The alcohol is really good. The people, not so much, but this alcohol, it's really great."
Nami was so angry she could hardly speak. Ye Fan's every move kept her nerves perpetually on edge.
Good alcohol, not-so-good people—such words made Nami grit her teeth in fury, but she didn't dare to explode first.
