Cheng Dongyu had never seen anyone slap their own face like this before, let alone someone as illustrious as the BOSS.
Clearly, just a second ago he was still stubbornly saying, "Can't walk, do you expect me to carry you?!"
The next second, he turned his back and squatted down in front of her, impatiently saying, "Aren't you getting on?!"
Was the loud slapping sound in the air just a hallucination or did it really exist?
Su Lu hugged his neck, resting her head on his shoulder, looking at him with drunken, blurry eyes.
Bo Jingshen felt uneasy under her gaze and frowned.
Su Lu whispered in his ear, "Why are your ears... so red?"
As she spoke, her playful fingertips gently brushed his earlobe.
"Don't move around," Bo Jingshen lowered his voice, too lazy to argue with a drunk.
He also couldn't be bothered with the looks from others in the private room. As he passed by Liu Qiming, he didn't even glance at him.
