Zhou Jie felt similarly disheartened.
Ordinarily, Zhang Haitao didn't drink much, and she thought he couldn't hold his liquor; unexpectedly, he had a high tolerance.
But neither Su Fan nor Zhou Jie had considered a common saying.
That is, "the drowned are usually swimmers, and the drunk often have high tolerance."
Those who can't hold their liquor might stop after a few drinks.
But a booze hound like Zhang Haitao didn't need any urging; he would just keep downing one glass after another on his own.
Once they started eating, Su Fan became utterly convinced that the director wasn't lying about his tolerance; he really could drink incredibly well.
However, seeing him drink glass after glass, Su Fan began to relax.
In his heart, he thought, "Drink up, drink up. Continue , and unless you're a master of Inner Strength, you'll get drunk no matter how good your tolerance is."
As Su Fan pondered within, Zhang Haitao had already continued to raise his glass.
"Little Fan, come on, let's have another round."
After a few rounds of drinks and a variety of dishes, Zhang Haitao had drunk quite a bit.
Now, speaking to Su Fan, he already had a thick tongued.
And though he was talking to Su Fan, his gaze lingered on Zhou Jie.
Seeing that Zhou Jie showed no reaction, he became even more proud and teased, "Young man, what's wrong? Can't keep up?"
"Keep drinking... Let me tell you, it's a waste for a man not to drink... Keep going."
Feeling helpless, Zhou Jie could only speak up, "You're drunk. How about I take you upstairs to rest?"
Zhang Haitao, though drunk, hated to hear the one thing booze hounds dislike the most—being told that they are drunk!
Zhang Haitao immediately pushed away the table, angered, "Nonsense! What are you talking about? I'm only slightly tip... only three-parts drunk!"
Zhou Jie rolled her eyes and, even bolder, directly grabbed Su Fan's hand and placed it on her soft chest.
If it were any other time, Zhou Jie certainly wouldn't dare to do such a thing.
But now that Zhang Haitao was completely wasted, there was no need for such restraint.
At this moment, Zhang Haitao truly was heavily inebriated.
He completely had no idea what the other two people in front of him were doing.
He could only vaguely perceive that there were two people in front of him.
The last bit of his attention was solely focused on locating his glass and the bottle of liquor, as he continued to drink while barely managing to eat a few bites of food.
Seeing that Zhang Haitao had no reaction, Su Fan immediately grew bolder.
Su Fan simply slid his hand inside Zhou Jie's clothes and began to knead her dough fiercely in front of Zhang Haitao.
At first, Zhou Jie didn't dare to make a sound, but seeing Zhang Haitao completely out of it, she could no longer contain herself.
Before long, Su Fan boldly pulled Zhou Jie into his embrace, ravaging her.
Zhou Jie, aware that Zhang Haitao was out cold, still felt an incredibly abnormal thrill.
After all, this was another man, toying with her body right in front of her own man.
Initially, Su Fan merely held Zhou Jie in his arms, kissing her while his hands roamed.
But upon noticing Zhang Haitao drinking himself into lying facedown on the table, Su Fan lifted Zhou Jie, so they faced each other sitting down.
While Zhou Jie was wondering what Su Fan intended, he had already released a fierce, rugged dragon.
Without allowing her any chance to brace, Su Fan began his assault.
This made Zhou Jie increasingly nervous. Facing away from Zhang Haitao, she had no way of knowing what was going on behind her.
She worried that if Su Fan became too engrossed and failed to pay attention to Zhang Haitao, and if Zhang Haitao sobered up... that would be troublesome.