1290 The Story of Ling and Heng (553)

"I heard from Miss Ji that your alcohol tolerance is not very good." Seeing that she was only drinking, Ai En softly reminded her.

Feng Ling smiled slightly. "It's just a glass of red wine. It's okay. I won't drink too much."

Feng Ling had been in England for a year, and she always knew her limits. Although she didn't drink much, at least she never drank too much. Even in business meetings, when she had to drink, she always remembered her alcohol tolerance and didn't lose her composure.

It was said that the more sober one was, the harder it was to immerse oneself in one's own sensory world. It was precisely because Feng Ling had been struck by fate that she had no choice but to become too sober. Furthermore, in such a state, she had to be constantly on the edge of rationality and could not slack off at all.

It was very quiet on the rooftop. Feng Ling didn't speak much. The whole time, it was just Ian talking about what he had seen recently.