Song Ning looked at Fu Sinian worriedly. "Sinian, are you okay? You did drink a lot today. Why don't I help you rest first?"
"Where am I going to rest?" Fu Sinian suddenly asked.
"If you're feeling terrible, I've got a room upstairs. You can rest there for a while."
"Okay." Fu Sinian nodded.
Song Ning was delighted. Seeing Fu Sinian like this, the medicine must have taken effect.
She looked at the people present and said apologetically, "Sinian is not feeling well. I'll help him rest first. Have a good meal."
"Okay, okay. President Song, go quickly."
"That's right. Take good care of President Fu."
Song Ning happily helped Fu Sinian out of the banquet hall.
As Fu Sinian walked, he tugged at his collar in frustration.
The elevator door opened, and Song Ning helped Fu Sinian in with a delighted expression.
After she pressed the button for the 19th floor, Fu Sinian suddenly reached out and pressed 66.
