Qin Xin took a drink in one go and glanced at him sideways, "Have you seen me drunk?"

Ao Xinghao bit the grass in his mouth, the usually proud teenager now a bit uneasy, "It seems only you’ve seen me drunk..."

He still remembered that night, when she took him to steal goods from Lan Yingjun’s warehouse, and the two climbed onto the Purple Cloud Shirt to drink; she had a bottle, and he had a bottle... In the end, she drank many, many bottles and was still sober, while he had somehow fallen asleep hanging from the tree.

How embarrassing!

Ao Xinghao raised his glass to drink with Qin Xin.

Qin Xin poured out half of his drink, "Know your limits before trying to show off."

The teenager smirked a little, "You won’t mind. Even if I get drunk and make a scene, you’ll forgive me, right?"

Qin Xin took the full glass he poured for her and downed it again, "Mm."

Ao Xinghao was already a bit drunk, "I knew you were the best to me. Whatever mistake I make, you’ll forgive me... Of course, betrayal is unforgivable, but I, Ao Xinghao, swear I’ll never betray friends, or you, ever in this life!"

Only betrayal is unforgivable.

Qin Xin said lightly, "You’re drunk."

Ao Xinghao held up his glass, "I’m not drunk, I can see it all, Xin, what are you doing with the scalpel, going to dissect fish? No, if you cut the fish up, we can’t have grilled fish, who are you mad at?"

Qin Xin: "..."

She tightened her grip on the scalpel, put it away inconspicuously.

This brat, half-drunk, half-awake, usually so carefree, but noticing her movements more clearly than anyone else at this moment.

Yes, she did momentarily think of killing Xiangxiang with one slash.

To deal with this spy lurking by her side.

Her knife was fast, could make the other fall without any pain, without even sensing the danger.

But she didn’t want to anymore.

Deal with Xiangxiang, and more would come, Xiangxiang 2, 3 from the mastermind behind the scenes.

The best solution was to leave the scene.

Xiangxiang could only interact with her through the identity of Lan Qingxin, leaving that identity means exiting the whole game.

The spy would become useless, an abandoned piece.

"You’ve had too much, stop talking nonsense." She disdainfully pushed Ao Xinghao onto a chair beside him to lie down, drinking by herself.

Hu Yi and Huo Zhen came over excitedly with a tray full of assorted seafood, looked at Ao Xinghao lying drunk on the chair and mockingly complained that he had no luck to enjoy it.

Song Anjing then sat down beside Qin Xin with a plate of various grilled vegetables, pulling Xiangxiang to join them.

With Song Anjing, the lively chatterbox, the scene was never cold.

Even when Qin Xin drank alone with a cold face, Song Anjing could still enliven the atmosphere with gestures and cheer, occasionally poking a seafood piece into Qin Xin’s mouth.

"Ah, it’s the most relaxing when eating grilled seafood... I think the most unforgettable meals in this life are with Sister Xin eating grilled seafood... western restaurants are so boring, I’m not interested at all..."

Feeling full and satisfied as the gathering neared its end, Song Anjing rubbed her round belly and sighed.

Then suddenly stood up and raised her hand to propose, "Why don’t we make this seafood barbecue spot our secret gathering place with Sister Xin? Shall we come once a month?"

Drunk Ao Xinghao hazily raised his hand, "Second!"

Hu Yi: "Seconded +1!"

Huo Zhen: "Seconded +2!"

The 190-pound whiner: "Seconded +3 wah wah wah!"

Xiangxiang spoke softly, "Can I be included?"

Everyone in unison, "Of course. You’re Sister Xin’s little tail, how could we leave you out?"