Sun Weimeng lowered his voice mockingly and said, "Do I really need to spell it out for you? It's nothing more than those sounds."
Qiao Xi pressed further, "What sounds?"
"The kind of sounds women make—half crying, half shouting. This villa's soundproofing is quite decent, but I could still hear the noise. This shows you two were completely out of control. I didn't expect you to go along with him like that."
Sun Weimeng shook his head, "Ah, the decay of moral standards these days. I feel like an overly bright third wheel."
Qiao Xi hurriedly defended herself, "I was drunk last night and acting crazy. Once I'm drunk, I black out. I didn't remember anything this morning."
"How did you get so drunk?"
"I accidentally drank too much. The champagne at last night's engagement party tasted particularly good, and before I realized it, I'd overindulged."
Sun Weimeng eyed her suspiciously. After a moment's pause, he decided to believe her.
