The listening expression on Lu Nanchen's face became even more serious, his facial features appeared rigid, and his brow was furrowed.
First, he was bewildered; then there was discomfort and unease.
"No divorce."
Dismissing the drunkard's words, Lu Nanchen continued his actions, lifting the woman up. A hand at her knees and the other around her back, the fingertips resting under her armpit. After thanking Ning Xuan, he walked out.
"I haven't finished drinking, put me down." Yu Ting, feeling constrained, shouted out, starting to squirm restlessly.
The man's fingertips, due to the woman's movements, drifted slightly lower, touching a fatal soft spot.
He had a persistent feeling that if he let go, the woman before his eyes would leave him.
Lu Nanchen held the woman tighter, his expression stern.
This commotion attracted the attention of others in the bar, and the two of them left under their watchful eyes.
