662 The Means of a Calculating B*tch (2)

"If the set-up really failed, I would be celebrating like I always do…"

"So, it went well?" Huo Mian asked her in surprise.

"I wouldn't say that it went well. My parents really like this person, but I don't really feel comfortable about it." Then, Jiang Xiaowei poured two glasses of liquor, passed one glass to Huo Mian, and downed the other one.

"Ahem… let me secretly drink with you another time, my husband is downstairs. If he finds out that I've been drinking, he's going to kill me." Huo Mian really didn't have the guts to sneak a drink. Last time she drank, she ended up at the police station, and Qin Chu's interrogation made her want to slit her throat.

Mr. Qin was really scary when he was mad. Yes, he spoiled her, but he would never tolerate her malicious habits.

"Okay, then I'll drink …" Jiang Xiaowei poured herself another glass and drank it all in one gulp.

She didn't even blink and drank the alcohol like it was water…