Fu Chengzhou looked at her flushed little face, tinted with a thin layer of drunkenness. He couldn't help but speak up to remind her, "You'll be drunk if you drink any more~"
His voice rose at the end, filled with inexplicable indulgence, and sounded exceptionally pleasant—a maturity that's distinctive of a composed man. It made Li Xingwan's vision blur for a moment.
"Just one more glass, just one."
"Alright, just one glass then?" Fu Chengzhou indulged her.
Even the director couldn't help but remind her, "Miss Li, don't really drink too much later. The living room hasn't been planned yet."
"You can rest assured, I will definitely plan it well for you. Complete the task and make your eyes pop."
She turned back to the staff beside her and whispered something, instructing them to go handle it.
