Ning Yichu was suddenly at a loss for words, looking at him as if she were looking at some kind of idiot.
"Li Lingyang, even though I've had a bit to drink, I'm not stupid. With such a high indoor temperature, you're telling me I could catch a cold?"
Li Lingyang raised an eyebrow, not caring in the slightest about telling blatant lies.
"There's no helping it, liking someone just makes one extra concerned."
"..."
Ning Yichu had nothing to say in response, feeling the aftereffects of the fruit wine hitting her, her head swimming, and so she said nothing further. Seeing that it was about time, she bid farewell to Smith and left.
The driver had been waiting for a long time, his head bowed and wearing white gloves, he opened the rear car door for them.
A moment later, the vehicle was driving down the middle of the road.