"Yeah, we had a few drinks back then and couldn't take any more, so we left. Who knew you went another round!" Another classmate hadn't intended to ask, but since the groom had brought it up, he joined in the teasing. The truth serum began producing astonishing results, instantly making Farrell the center of attention again.
Unfortunately, Qin Fen didn't know. Otherwise, he would have sent Golden Horn a banner of appreciation. Here was a true professional whistleblower, uncovering the facts and giving the public an explanation.
Farrell endured the gazes around him, desperately suppressing the urge to tell the truth. His eyelids were growing heavier, his head growing foggier. He was about to lose control.
"Nothing happened, seriously. Don't overthink it. We played for a while, and I lost more than I won. After a few bottles, I couldn't handle the alcohol anymore, so I fell asleep. I slept straight through till morning and didn't know a thing. By the time I got up, you'd all left!" Farrell said, looking utterly innocent.
"Didn't you say you could drink for a whole day and night without a problem?" Qin Fen muttered.
Fuck! Farrell felt an urge to hit someone.
Once Farrell had offered his explanation, the cameraman had nothing much to work with. It wasn't remotely exciting, and the story sounded plausible. But with Qin Fen's interjection, everything changed. The whole affair took on a different flavor.
Exactly. He had said that himself. The groom wasn't convinced and stared at Farrell in contempt. Can you get your fucking story straight? "Aren't you supposed to be the god of drinking?" he asked scornfully.
The classmates around them started jeering again. Exactly! How could he contradict himself like that? Something was fishy!
Farrell was dumbstruck. He really had said that, every word