Feeling high-key and irritable, he parked the car on the street and turned into a bar.
By the time Ling Yin found him, he was already dead drunk, deeply embedded in the sofa, with a beautiful woman sitting on his lap, still pouring alcohol down his throat.
Ling Yin walked over with a stern expression, pulling out a wad of cash from his wallet.
Only then did the woman leave reluctantly; originally, she had planned to take this handsome guy to a hotel once he got drunk. Alas, what a pity, she took a few steps away but didn't forget to glance back. He was even more exquisite than a woman.
"Hic... Brother Ling..."
"Why did you drink so much?"
When Hua Hua saw Ling Yin trying to help him, he pushed him away, standing up shakily: "I didn't drink much... just... just a little... a tiny bit..."
"You're drunk, I'll take you back."
