"Handsome, are you... are you here to drink with me?" Mu Anran tilted her head and reached out to poke the man's face, a shallow dimple forming on her smiling face.
Yu Lingqian's aura was extremely low; he coldly glanced at the little drunk cat in his arms, his expression extremely ugly.
He disliked when women drank, but this woman continually challenged his limits.
"Where are you taking me? Let go of me, I... I won't go anywhere!" Mu Anran nestled in his arms, struggling and twisting.
Yu Lingqian took a few long strides and quickly reached the roadside.
The Maybach's door was opened, and Lu Feng stood respectfully on the side.
The boss, who was supposed to return to the country in three days, suddenly used his private jet to rush back.
If it weren't for the fact that he was holding the thoroughly drunk Mu Anran in his arms, Lu Feng would have thought something major had happened to the Yu Family.
All the way, Mu Anran was very unruly.