Yang Yifeng looked at Liu Ruochen, who had collapsed into unconsciousness in his arms, with a wry smile on his face. He originally thought that the mayor would be able to handle some alcohol, but he didn't expect Liu Ruochen's tolerance to be so poor.
Zhang Qianqian clapped her hands beside him, a triumphant smirk crossing her pretty face, "I told you she couldn't compete with me, you didn't believe me!"
Hearing this, the wry smile on Yang Yifeng's face grew heavier.
"Can you get back on your own?" Yang Yifeng glanced at the two bodyguards behind Zhang Qianqian. Although Zhang Qianqian had come here to help, and it was his duty as the host to see her home, now with Liu Ruochen in such a state, he was somewhat worried about leaving her here alone. All he could hope for was that Zhang Qianqian would be sensible.