She knew that Huo Yunting had a high tolerance to alcohol, so he must have downed quite a significant amount to look like this. His hands felt burning hot on her face.
"I am your secretary, wife and —"
Huo Yunting interrupted her. "Then remember that. Keep reminding yourself of that, and never think about leaving me again! I won't interfere in other matters of your life."
Huo Yunting watched her face closely as he gradually regained his awareness. He relaxed his hands on her face, but kept his body firmly on hers.
Lu Zhaoyang still felt uncomfortable. The alcohol scent made her frown.
"You won't interfere? What if I sold Thunderbolt Corp, won't you care about that?"
"If you could actually do that, I would celebrate it with fireworks."
"We'll see about that." She was getting annoyed by his weight on her, and tried to push him away. "Go get a shower, and buy me a new phone tomorrow!"