After finishing the meal, Lin Luqiu indeed felt a bit drunk.
"Qiu, since you've had a drink, don't drive yourself back. Leave your car in the parking lot for now. Should I call President Fu to ask him to send someone to pick you up?"
Han Yue suggested.
Although Shen Muchen had previously offered to take them home, how could he really drive everyone back? Furthermore, he himself had been drinking, so he would certainly have to take a taxi.
"Muchen, you just need to take Qiao Qian home. We all have people coming to pick us up."
"...Alright, I'll leave once your ride arrives." Shen Muchen didn't insist.
Not long after Han Yue made the call, Fu Jingchen's driver arrived.
"Driver uncle, could I trouble you to give me a ride too?" Han Yue asked with a bright smile.
"Sure, Miss Han, just give me your address. But I have to send the lady home first before I can take you."
"Alright, I have no objection, let's do it that way."