Zhuge Weilin was indeed in a great hurry. Although Li Huai drove quite fast, he still didn't catch a glimpse of Zhuge Weilin's car.
By the time Li Huai arrived at Ye Ying's apartment, Zhuge Weilin had already brewed a pot of sobering tea for her, which was incredibly quick.
"Ye Ying, quick, drink this!" Zhuge Weilin snatched the wine glass from Ye Ying's hand and brought the sobering tea to her lips.
Ye Ying, drunk as a lord, lay half-reclining on the sofa, looking at Zhuge Weilin with bleary eyes. It seemed that only then did she notice Zhuge Weilin's arrival and appeared somewhat surprised, "Zhuge Weilin? Why are you here, who called you?"
"How many times have I told you, just call me Weilin, no need to include 'Zhuge'. It makes us seem so distant," Zhuge Weilin said.
Li Huai couldn't help but facepalm at this moment. What a time to be concerned about such things, he thought to himself.