He didn't finish speaking, then put away his fan and went upstairs.

Wan Qiqi behaved unusually obediently, and she seemed unconcerned about Xiao Huai's predicament.

Soon, Xiao Huai lost interest in continuing the predicament and ordered his men to prepare.

Wan Qiqi left the private room, went to the stairwell, bought a jar of wine and two pills at the mall, and threw one of them into the restaurant.

She went up to the third floor, beckoned to Erpang who was serving her there, and whispered, "Send the wine to Tang Qiwen's private room, make Feng Gan take his medicine, and hopefully he can have a fight with Tang Qiwen."

Erpang held the wine and medicine, swallowed hard, and asked blankly, "Sister Qi, will this cause any problems?"

"Don't worry, the restaurant will be fine." Wan Qiqi smiled smugly.

After hesitating for a long time, Erpang still pushed open the door to the private room with the wine and medicine.

Feng Gan was restless inside. He had thought Wan Qiqi would come to rescue him, but unexpectedly, it was that idiot Erpang again!

He clenched his teeth and downed another glass of wine.

"Boss, the wine you ordered is here!" Erpang said with a grin, placing the wine on the table and stuffing the medicine into Feng Gan's arms.

Because of the wine jar blocking his view, Tang Qiwen did not see Erpang's movements, but only stared warily at the wine on the table.

Last time, it was also because of alcohol that he lost face. Could it be that he's planning to use alcohol to frame me again?

Tang Qiwen pondered for a while and felt that Wan Qiqi wouldn't be so stupid as to use the same method twice; there must be something else waiting for him.

Before he could think it through, Feng Gan had already opened the wine jar and poured out two bowls of wine.

"Brother Tang, it's been a long time since we last drank together. Let's have another drink and catch up."

As Feng Gan spoke, he finished the wine in front of him and poured himself a second bowl.

Looking up, I saw that the wine in front of Tang Qiwen was still untouched.

"Brother Tang, why aren't you drinking? This wine is fragrant and delicious; it would be a waste not to drink it!"

Tang Qiwen looked around again.

The private room was filled with incense, which made one feel somewhat suffocated by the smell.

Looking at the food on the table, he only touched what Feng Gan had eaten, and didn't touch the wine.

Feng Gan wasn't in good condition before, but he became much more active after drinking. Could there be something wrong with the room, and the alcohol is the antidote?

Tang Qiwen dared not take any risks, fearing that Wan Qiqi might actually poison him.