Lin Zhiyi cursed Gong Chen in her heart for being shameless, but when she saw the bloodstain in the palm of his hand, she still paused slightly.
However, she only got distracted for a few seconds before the man in front of her took the opportunity to collapse towards her.
She instinctively reached out to catch him, the strong scent of alcohol wafting to her nose.
"Uncle, have you lost your mind? You still drink after getting hurt?"
"Mm. Felt uncomfortable, so I had some."
The man's chin rested on Lin Zhiyi's forehead, his voice low and heavy with a touch of weariness.
Lin Zhiyi felt burning heat on her forehead and hesitated deep down, but her reason still conquered her sympathy.
She placed her hand against his chest, "Uncle, you've had too much. Let me contact Assistant Chen to send you back."
"He left."
"Then I'll contact Song Wanqiu for you; she'll definitely take good care of you."
Lin Zhiyi did not look at him, moving backward to create a distance between them.