Leh Ying rose to her feet and watched the nanny tidy up the next room, not bringing any clothes, only taking Xiao Hu with her to Europe.
After finishing dinner, she sat in the courtyard garden painting, waiting for Xiao Li to come and pick her up.
The night darkened, and when the phone rang, it was not Xiao Li but Li Ting, slurred and rambling with drunkenness.
"Where's my designated driver, why hasn't he arrived yet."
"Meng Xiuyuan, damn it, President Wang, that bald guy, made me drink straight baijiu, a whole bottle, the kind you could set on fire with a lighter, wow... so strong."
She still found the mood to comment on the strength of the alcohol.
"Cough cough, my throat feels like it's burning, damn it."
"Meng Xiuyuan, you get back here and pick me up, take a good look at my throat, understand?"
Leh Ying glanced at the time on her phone: "Stop cursing your grandma, he's in Shanghai, I'll come get you."
The drunk giggled: "My Yingying?"
