In the Main Building, with so many guards around, she refused to lean on them for support and insisted on taking matters into her own hands.
With her delicate frame, she supported Mu Jingxi's tall stature; their bodies were pressed tightly against each other.
It really did look very intimate!
"If Miss Qiao doesn't mind, you could lend a hand."
Qiao An snorted with scorn. Lend a hand—as if she looked like someone so kindhearted and willing to help!
Standing at the top of the stairs, blocking the only way up, she crossed her arms and gave Mu Jingxi a glance.
His handsome face flushed with drunkenness—it was clear he was drunk.
Completely wasted at that.
This damned man!
Who was it that said he wouldn't drink?
Not only had he gone and drunken, but he also dared to come back, stumbling drunk, for her to deal with.
Being stumbling drunk is one thing, but he dared to let Lai Qinghuan, that woman with ulterior motives, support him on his way back.
Such audacity!
