None Of Our Business
Feng Xuan was in the passenger's seat, feeling that her head was slightly swimming. She wanted to curse herself about it. She should've drunk a little more—or better yet, had bought a whole bottle. She was already coming down from the slight intoxication that diluted whiskey offered her. Then she cursed that nasty bar for giving her an even nastier drink.
Ma Min opened the door of the car. "You look mad." She was carrying a huge bag which she threw on the backseat. There was a cluttering sound and Feng Xuan figured it contained weapons. It sounded like metals colliding with one another.
"Cheap whiskey."
"If you wanted to drink something expensive, you should've went to your lovely five-star hotel."
"Six stars," Feng Xuan corrected.
Ma Min rolled her eyes. "Oh, whatever."