Ye Shaoting decided he wouldn't argue with someone who was drunk, especially a woman who was drunk.
"Boss, get me a room!" he said through gritted teeth to the owner.
The owner could tell Zuo Qing was drunk and, looking concerned, asked, "Is she really your wife?"
Ye Shaoting didn't want to answer that question because it was a pretense he had concocted.
However, before he could reply, someone else was more eager.
"Wife?"
Zuo Qing tilted her head, her face flushed and her gaze hazy. She staggered over and leaned on the countertop, saying to the owner with a soft, delicate voice, "Come here..."
The owner, affected by her serious expression, leaned in gravely. "Young lady, don't be afraid, just tell uncle what's wrong, and I'll take charge for you."
While saying this, he gave Ye Shaoting a wary look, as if Ye Shaoting was some kind of bad guy.
Zuo Qing let out a sly chuckle, and without warning, she went "Ah" and tried to bite the owner's ear.
