Soon, Gong Motin drove the Rolls-Royce her way.
Lin Miao'er, with a smile on her lips, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, saying enthusiastically, "Thank you for giving me a ride back, Mr. Gong."
Gong Motin had originally planned to go upstairs to talk to her, but now that she had come to him, they could talk here.
"Mr. Gong, can I ask you a question? When I was drunk this morning, did I say anything I shouldn't have to you?"
"You just kept holding on to me and wouldn't let go. In the end, I called a sober driver to take us back. You didn't say anything else."
Lin Miao'er's face turned half a shade redder. She couldn't believe she had clung to him and refused to let go. How embarrassing.
"Here, haven't you always wanted to know?" Gong Motin took out a document folder and handed it to her.
All the day's events made him no longer want to restrain himself. He didn't want to waste more time letting her understand him.