Han Ningyan sat on the side, responsible for offering drinks to this man, with a smile on her face.
Being by Ling Zhiyuan's side, sometimes socializing was inevitable.
However, after having a few drinks with this older man, his hand restlessly ventured onto Han Ningyan's thigh.
Han Ningyan stiffened. Normally when she goes out, everyone knows she is Ling Zhiyuan's woman and nobody dares to touch her.
This old man today, he sure has guts!
Han Ningyan gritted her teeth, maintaining a smile on her face: "Mr. Qin, let me offer you another toast."
If it weren't for the fact that he was Ling Zhiyuan's guest, Han Ningyan would want to pour the wine directly over this old man's head.
Ling Zhiyuan sat on the side, a little distracted, and soon answered a phone call.
He stood up and said, "Mr. Qin, you don't come here often, have a good time."
"Sure, sure!" The old man was overjoyed, his hand still making advances on Han Ningyan's leg. Ling Zhiyuan could clearly see it.
