Chen Ting sucked in a breath of cold air, raising her hand to cover her bumped forehead and glaring at the person in front of her, "Who are you? Are you blind?"
She'd already had a little too much to drink. Her vision was slightly blurred. But once she realized who was standing in front of her, her drunkenness swiftly faded.
Chen Ting stepped back a few steps, lazily lifting her eyelids to look at Zhou Zerong, intentionally making her tone even lazier, "What are you doing here?"
"Chen Ting, I…" Zhou Zerong was at a loss for words.
He looked rather troubled.
Chen Ting intended to just walk past him, "We've got nothing to discuss. We can just pretend nothing happened, and you can peacefully go and find your girlfriend. I won't be pestering you because of this."
Just as she was about to walk away.
Her wrist was abruptly caught.
Her strength had always been formidable, and she tried to pull away, but couldn't break free no matter what she did.
