In fact, Qin Hai had indeed been intoxicated just now, at least possessing a seventy percent level of drunkenness, and when the woman led him away from the bar, he even planned to recklessly indulge in his drunken state.
Having held back for so many days, he had had enough, and the frustration caused by Lin Qingya's misunderstanding only made him want to let loose even more.
Unfortunately, it seemed like fate enjoyed opposing him, for as the woman drove towards the hotel, Qin Hai keenly noticed a car persistently following them.
The dump truck that had suddenly charged out was clearly targeting them, and if it weren't for the timely reaction of the woman next to him, they would have already been crushed into a mush of flesh.
It was now midnight, and there were few vehicles on this stretch of road, not even street lights.