Gong Ye's figure was tall, and he was drunk, his body heavy and sluggish...
She struggled to drag him, staggering forward.
She broke out in a sweat.
Quickly she reached out to stop a taxi, pushing him inside.
He twisted with her, stubbornly refusing to get in.
"Shiyu, I haven't drunk too much, I'm very clear-headed! Really, I want to talk to you!"
"Gong Ye, no matter what you want to say to me, save it for later. I'm very busy right now..."
She forcibly fastened his seatbelt and handed the fare to the driver, "I'm counting on you, sir!"
Then reported the Gong Family's address...
As the car drove away, Gong Ye was still leaning on the car window, looking at her.
She watched the car leave in a daze.
After a while, she finally remembered that Feng Ziyu was still upstairs.
Hurriedly, she returned to the nightclub, heading straight to the third floor.
As soon as she entered the corridor, she saw him again.
