He turned his head to look down, and the person in his arms squinted her eyes, struggling several times to stand up straight, but could only lean softly against him due to her inability to control her limbs.
It was this appearance that somehow struck Fu Jichen's heart. He apologized to an elderly man in his sixties in front of him and bent down to pick up Shen Jianian.
"My girlfriend can't handle her liquor; I'll leave first. Let's meet up again sometime."
As Lu Yanzhi watched Fu Jichen's steady steps leave, he spat out a mouthful of wine, hurriedly wiped his mouth, picked up his coat from the back of the chair, and followed him.
He still had urgent business to discuss with Fu Jichen; he couldn't just let him leave like that.
The scene of Fu Jichen carrying the girl away from the banquet hall lingered in the minds of the guests for a long time. Yin Shuyao was no exception.
