Zhao Qingxue was slumped over in the back seat of Tang Hao's car.
Her jet-black hair was scattered all over, which obscured her drunken face.
Tang Hao was speechless when he looked at her.
Fortunately, he knew where she lived. Otherwise, he would not know where to deposit her.
He arrived at her residential area after about ten minutes of driving.
Tang Hao helped her walk up the stairs.
"Ah, T… Tang Hao! Let… Let me ask y… you, did y… you do it on pur… purpose last time?" Zhao Qingxue mumbled.
"What last time?" Tang Hao was stunned.
"The… The prostitution crackdown!"
"What the hell?" Tang Hao mumbled. The incident was a very long time ago, but she remembered it.
"I did not do it on purpose, of course," Tang Hao said seriously.
"Oh! Then… I believe you!" Zhao Qingxue mumbled.
As she spoke, her head leaned over and rested on Tang Hao's shoulder. Her breath smelled of alcohol.
