When the last wine bottle hit the floor, the crashing sound brought everyone back to the moment.
That last bottle slipped from Ji Yao's hands and shattered on the ground, and Ji Yao herself was already as drunk as a lord.
Yet, there was a reckless laughter on her face.
At this moment, joy was the predominant emotion she felt.
"Right, you promised me, as long as I finished this whole box of wine we would get a divorce, Mr. President Lu wouldn't go back on his word now, would he..."
Ji Yao seemed to want to say more, but she no longer had the strength, her tongue tangled as she tried to utter these words.
She simply couldn't hold on any longer, with the churning in her stomach tightening her eyebrows.
Turning her head, she reached for a trash can and began to vomit violently.
During the drinking, she had vomited many times, each time feeling as though she lost all her dignity.
But what was her freedom compared to such a small loss of face?