Without him doing anything, naturally, someone else would. After about one or two minutes, a man in a suit approached Ye Xinluo and took the drink from her hand.
"Miss, why are you drinking here all alone? If something's bothering you, why not talk about it? It might make you feel a bit better."
Ye Xinluo ignored him, focused only on reaching for her drink. The man stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder, then tried to pull her into his arms, "You're already drinking this much? Where's your husband? Why isn't he here to look after you? How about I take you to a room to rest instead!"
Having said that, he was about to help her leave. Ye Xinluo's tolerance for alcohol was low, and after several drinks, she was starting to feel disoriented, completely unaware of the situation.
Just as he helped her up to leave, after barely two steps, her wrist was suddenly twisted harshly, and in the next moment, Ye Xinluo was pulled away.
"Get lost..."
