Lu Weixi was dragged by him, stumbling and staggering. Just after the commotion, and with others present, she didn't dare to resist too vehemently, so she just followed him.
Qin Zhiyou's car was parked outside, and Secretary Wang was waiting. When he saw Qin Zhiyou dragging Lu Weixi out, he was taken aback. Before he could say anything, Qin Zhiyou, with a stern face, opened the passenger door and tossed Lu Weixi in, then closed the door. He made his way to the driver's side, and slammed on the accelerator.
Qin Zhiyou gripped the steering wheel tight, his lips pressed into a thin line, eyes fixed on the road ahead as the speedometer numbers kept rising.
Lu Weixi knew he was angry, very angry. She said nothing about his drunk driving and speeding, her first instinct was to quickly fasten her seatbelt.
His black Mercedes was like a ghost, recklessly racing through the late-night streets of Yan City, and quickly turned back to their villa.
