Xiao Li was a man of rules; he never touched the bodies of strange women.
If this had been a man who'd gotten this close to Mr. Xu while drunk, he would have been directly flung over the shoulder, plastered to the floor.
Observing the hand clad in white gloves stretched out in front of him, the beauty was tipsy, rubbing her eyes, looking up at the black-suited man looming over her.
Utterly expensive and domineering.
But the beauty was so drunk, she couldn't recognize anything, mumbling as she spoke.
"Excuse me, where is the restroom?"
Turning to the driver in white gloves by her side, who had an indifferent and emotionless face, the beauty's vision was fuzzy, her hands and arms dangling obediently at her sides, as if the man's aura had scared her into standing at attention.
Amusing.
Leh Ying would behave the same way.
