C1170 To Drink the Wrong Wine and Get on the Wrong Train

The night had fallen, and the early winter wind was getting colder and colder.

"Xiaoqing, we're all going to squeeze into Boss's apartment tonight. Are you sure you don't want to come with us?"

"I don't need it." Xiao Qing waved her hands as she endured the dizziness in her head. "I'm not drunk. I can take a taxi back!"

The company's dinner was in an uproar until ten in the evening