After the banquet ended, Qi Taiguo and Cheng Su stayed behind until the end. They tidied up the place, then turned off the lights, locked the door, and rode away on their bicycle.
Cheng Su had also drunk quite a bit tonight. Sitting on the back seat, she hugged Qi Taiguo's waist, pressing her face against his broad back.
"You'd better hold on tight, if you fall off, I won't be responsible for you," Qi Taiguo looked back and said.
"Do you really think I'm that drunk? A few shots of baijiu are nothing." Cheng Su muttered, "In the past, I could mix white, red, and yellow liquor and it would take a long time before I'd fall over!"
Qi Taiguo didn't hear clearly what she said, but he steadied the bicycle's handlebars with one hand, controlling the direction, and with his other hand, he held onto hers, in case she really did fall.
Cheng Su, sitting in the back, smiled at the corners of her mouth. This man, not sweet-talking, but his heart was quite attentive.
