Watching the man in front of him furrow his brow, as though he was about to erupt at any moment, Luo Wentao felt it necessary to explain.
Before he could speak, Zhou Mingchen had already snatched Xia Lu away.
The force he used was probably too great, for Xia Lu, who had been dozing off, let out a mumble, moved her arm, and found a comfortable position to cling onto his shoulder.
"Mr. Zhou, Xia Lu is a bit drunk. I was just helping to bring her back. Please don't misunderstand," Luo Wentao said politely.
Zhou Mingchen was in no mood to listen to these explanations. Three phone calls had gone unanswered, and in the middle of the night, an unfamiliar man had shown up at his house, appearing at his doorstep holding his unconscious, drunken wife. And he was expected not to misunderstand? What a joke.