The last three bottles of red wine were almost entirely consumed by Zhao Zimang and Su Jian, both of whom were flushed and reeking of alcohol, yet neither was willing to admit defeat.
Thus, Su Jian stubbornly called over the waiter to order another bottle, which immediately sobered Zhao Zimang up considerably. "Boss Su, if you keep drinking, will you still be able to find your way home?"
Despite her headache, Su Jian replied, "Of course, I'm taking a cab home anyway, so you don't need to worry about me."
Zhang Lulu, who was relatively sober, saw that they had drunk so much and still wanted more, fearfully worried about alcohol poisoning. "Okay, can you both stop drinking, please? I'm begging you, I really can't handle you two all by myself..."
Zhao Zimang had never seen a woman with such a strong desire to win, and he had no choice but to concede: "Alright, alright, you're tough, I give up, I admit defeat!"