But, she was unsure.
And because she was unsure, she dare not move forward.
Di Xiaxia turned her head, unable to fully hide the tears welling up in her eyes. Simmering anger mixed with humiliation was evident as she glared at him, "Who do you think you are?"
The atmosphere instantly grew awkward.
Di Mingzhe's dark eyebrows furrowed together. At sight of her condition, his heart ached, yet her words began to infuriate him.
"I'm your older brother." He suppressed the anger in his heart, maintaining composure on his face. He reminded himself she didn't like it when he got angry or unpredictably moody, thus he couldn't vent his anger on her.
As Di Mingzhe spoke, he tried to snatch the beer bottle from Di Xiaxia's hand. After taking a deep breath, he lowered his voice, "Stop drinking, just go home with me."
