Jiayi, in a hazy daze, felt herself being hoisted from the carpet by a pair of strong arms and cradled in an embrace.
"Mmm…"
Her head was still foggy from the alcohol, and the fall had drained her limbs of strength, leaving her limp and tickled by the man's embrace, eliciting giggly, drunken laughter: "...let… let me go…"
Huo Zhenyang, seeing her still laughing, raised his brow in annoyance, a touch of anger in his voice as he thumbed her chin open: "Out drinking with others? You've grown bold, we'll settle this when we get back!"
His tone was unmistakably mixed with unmistakable fury and displeasure.
He was truly angry.
A greenhorn like her, just started working, where did she get the confidence to attend social dinners?
Even if it was arranged by Gao Ziming, couldn't she have refused it herself?
Damn idiot!
