Without knowing it, Song Qingchun once more curled her arms around Su Zhinian's neck. She snuggled into his chest and mumbled contentedly, "Brother Yinan…"
Su Zhinian's arms that were hugging Song Qingchun's waist tightened. He really wanted to give this woman a slap to wake her up, to give her a good view of who he was. But as he turned around to look at the woman's drunken stupor, his brows twitched and hugged her close to his chest. After giving the waiter another dead-eye, he moved to collect Song Qingchun's stuff that was tossed all over the room with her in his arms.
Before Su Zhinian left the room hugging Song Qingchun, he glared at the waiter with residual anger. The waiter had retreated so much that his back was plastered to the water. Noticing Su Zhinian was leaving, he took a deep breath and called after him carefully, "Sir…"
Su Zhinian looked over his shoulder with his wintry gaze. "What else?"
