In the luxurious room of the yacht, Shangguan Yao lay on a golden European-style bed, drunk to the point of unconsciousness, muttering in his dream as he tossed and turned.
He released her hand, striding toward the edge of the large bed.
Jiayi came to her senses, reaching out to grab his arm, "Are you insane? If you offend the Shangguan Family, not only will today's business suffer, but even Yundu might get dragged into this—don't provoke him—"
Not provoke Shangguan Yao?
By the rules of etiquette and seniority, he and Shangguan Yao's father, Shangguan Xiong, were of the same generation.
Once this kid sobered up, he'd even have to call him uncle.
The disdain shooting from Huo Zhenyang's sharp eyes roamed over Shangguan Yao's body, his gaze settling as he grabbed the wrist of the drunken Shangguan Yao.
