"Third Master Fu, we're not heading the same way, get off!" Feng Yu's face went cold on the spot, his cool male voice, bolstered by the chilly night breeze, was sharp as a blade.
"I drank a bit too much and can't drive. Just give me a ride to the Feng Family's place, and I'll figure out a way to leave on my own." Fu Youhan leaned back in his seat, eyes closed as he rested, exuding a languid posture.
"If you can't drive, find a designated driver! This isn't a charity, and I have no responsibility to give you a ride," Feng Yu's face clearly displayed his rejection of Fu Youhan.
But how could Fu Youhan possibly let Feng Yu leave alone with Jiang Moxi in one car?
He ignored Feng Yu, just sitting there with his eyes tightly closed, as though he was asleep from the drunkenness.
At this moment, Feng Yu really regretted not having fed Fu Youhan some lead this afternoon.
But it seemed it wasn't too late now.
