Beitang Yao turned his head, and Uncle Quan saw a trace of subtle anxiety in the Young Master's eyes, he secretly chuckled in his heart, it seems the Young Master really is... deeply involved...
"Eat, eat, eat, you guys eat to your heart's content!" He threw the remote control in his hand onto the glass table, suddenly stood up, and just as he was heading upstairs, the sound of a car horn came from the front yard.
The next moment, accompanied by the strong smell of alcohol wafting through the air, he frowned at the two people appearing at the door, as Ye Feng arduously helped the soft and boneless Xia Qingqian, sweat beading on his forehead.
Xia Qingqian was dead drunk, lost to the world, she had completely emptied herself, not thinking about anything, even her feet were bare, letting Ye Feng support her.
From Ye Feng's actions supporting Xia Qingqian, it seemed he was maintaining a distance.
