"Yes!" Zhang Te, who had a narrow escape, hurried to the back door of the car, and opened it for Han Jingnian before running to the trunk to fetch a spare piece of clothing to change into on the street.
Back in the car, as Zhang Te started the engine, he asked, "Mr. Han, where are we going?"
"Home." Han Jingnian tightened his arm around the girl who was almost struggling to get free from his hold.
The pain caused the drunken girl to frown. Seeing her react this way, Han Jingnian instinctively loosened his grip.
Xia Wan'an, now in a better state to move, climbed onto Han Jingnian's shoulders, sat up straight, and began staring intently at his features.
Zhang Te, who was driving, covertly glanced in the rearview mirror at the scene in the backseat. Catching Xia Wan'an's nearly drooling expression, he couldn't help but reach up to rub his nose. Who would have thought that the lady turns into a silly infatuated girl when drunk...
