Seeing Lin Qing so angry, Lin Fei knew that he couldn't continue speaking, but this didn't mean he had given up on his decision, he thought to himself silently.
"If you don't agree, there's nothing I can do, right? The worst I could do is to hold a press conference myself and cancel the engagement. By that time, even if you disagree, I'm afraid it would be too late to salvage anything."
With that thought, Lin Fei suddenly smiled lightly, his gaze towards Lin Qing carrying a bit of a drunken haze.
"It's okay, just pretend I drank too much. I'm feeling a bit sleepy now, I need to go back to sleep."
Saying this, he turned around and unsteadily walked up the stairs. In fact, although he had drunk some alcohol, he wasn't so intoxicated that he couldn't walk straight—it was all an act for Lin Qing to see.
Sure enough, Lin Qing didn't suspect anything. Seeing Lin Fei like this, he sighed helplessly.