The people at the table exchanged glances, one of them gestured under the table, and then a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a gentle smile, played the peacemaker by placing a glass of juice in front of Ning Xixi, "Miss Ning, I apologize on his behalf. If you don't want to drink alcohol, have some juice instead."
His appearance was too deceptive, Ning Xixi just wanted to get away, thinking he was helping her out of the situation. She picked up the glass and took a few sips, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well, I won't disturb you all any longer."
She left quickly, the man with glasses and Lu Qinghe's cousin exchanged a knowing smile.
...
Corridor.
Ning Xixi felt dizzy, every step felt as if she was walking on cotton.
Her body was so itchy... she squinted to look at her exposed arm, which was covered in many red rashes...
It seemed like... symptoms of an allergic reaction?
