Ji Nuan nodded and gave Shen Mu a reassuring gesture. "I didn't drink and I'm good at driving. I can drive him back."
"So how did you get here? Your car…"
"My colleagues are here, and my assistant has the key to my car. They'll take my car back. Don't worry."
"All right. I have to go. Sorry for troubling you, Mrs. Mo."
Shen Mu turned, went to the roadside, called a taxi, and hurried away. Ji Nuan stood beside the black Ghost, looking at the black, glinting door, and, after a moment's thought, went round to the driver's side, opened the door, and got in.
As soon as she entered, she smelled a strong wine scent. She turned her head and looked back. Mo Jingshen was sitting in the back row, eyes closed. She didn't know whether he was asleep or too drunk to open his eyes.
