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Though he didn't want to make a scene, Zhang Hao couldn't let Qin Miaoke stay in this place a second longer.
He snatched the wine glass from her hand and, taking advantage of the situation, draped his jacket over her to prevent other men from ogling her.
Qin Miaoke had not expected Zhang Hao to act so forcefully.
Therefore, she simply went along with his will, her steps slightly unsteady as she walked out.
They hadn't gone far when a few men blocked Zhang Hao's path.
"Kid, we've had our eyes on this beauty for a long time, you can't just swoop in and grab her. There's a first-come-first-served order here."
Seeing that these men weren't the friendly type, but at this moment, how could Zhang Hao possibly hand over Qin Miaoke to these people?
Before Zhang Hao could retort, Qin Miaoke, visibly drunk, said, "Husband, I knew you wouldn't stay mad at me, I knew you'd come to take me home."
Her one word 'husband' was worth more than a thousand words.
