The black Mercedes-Benz slowly approached the Lanting Apartment, and in the back seat, Ning Xiaofei was holding onto Mu Tianye's arm with one hand while still softly complaining.
"I told you to drink less, but you just wouldn't listen..." Her palm gently rubbed his stomach, her brow furrowed with displeasure yet filled with pity, "You barely ate anything, how could your stomach be okay? And you insisted on drinking Maotai..."
The driver, only hearing bits, frowned, silently lifted his face, and took a glance at Mu Tianye, preparing for the man to lose his temper.
However...
Mu Tianye just faintly lifted the corners of his lips.
"You're still smiling!" Ning Xiaofei withdrew her hand that was gently rubbing him, "I see you're not feeling that bad, I'll just ignore you then!"
Mu Tianye didn't speak, only lifted his right hand to his stomach.
Speaking of which, he really wasn't pretending; while he wasn't feeling dizzy, his stomach was indeed a bit uncomfortable.
