Ji Yanchen had always known that Ye Li could hold her liquor, and she had been drunk a few times. But this time, it seemed more serious than before. Looking at Ye Li on the couch, Ji Yanchen took off his coat, walked over to her without saying a word, and wrapped her in it, lifting her in his arms.
"What are you doing!" Ye Li was suddenly restrained and glared at him discontentedly.
Ji Yanchen's trench coat was too big, trapping Ye Li inside so that she couldn't move her hands, leaving only her little head exposed, "Ye Li, be good and come home with me."
Ye Li tilted her head slightly, looking at the Ji Yanchen in front of her, she didn't care about the microphone anymore, and clumsily stretched her hand out from the neck area.
Mo Ze hurried over to retrieve his microphone that cost several hundred thousand.
"Ji Yanchen."
