C43 Drunk

Xue Zhengqing glanced at the clock; it was barely 4 p.m., with plenty of time left before the end of the workday. He shook his head and declined, "Go ahead, I'll pass. Can your body handle alcohol?"

Qian Duojing chuckled, "Who do you think you're underestimating? I had a full check-up at the hospital today, and I'm in perfect health