Though Zhu Qianying was tipsy, she was not so drunk as to not understand what Eldest Young Master Yan Han meant by his blunt flirting.
Resolutely, she sent Yan Han a one-word reply, "Scram!"
Having said that, she pushed off the floor and tried to exit his embrace.
When Yan Han played rascal, nobody could top him. Her command to scram didn't annoy him, instead, he shamelessly rubbed his good-looking face against hers.
"Where to? To bed? Together?"
His shameless words were accompanied by him holding their hands, which felt solid as iron chains. How could a drunk cat like Zhu Qianying possibly free herself from it?
Luckily, Yan Han spoke in such a low voice that even their little boy only knew their parents were whispering to each other, but he couldn't understand what they were talking about.
Moreover, his attention was focused on something else. He wasn't in the mood to care about whether his parents wanted to leave or stay.
