"Shiyu, what did you just say?"
Ye Chen frowned, unable to believe what he heard.
It was hard to imagine that the famously icy minister of the Su Group would say such a thing.
A blush not typical for her crept onto Lin Shiyu's face. She lightly pushed Ye Chen, took a sip from her glass, and giggled, "If you didn't hear it, you can't blame me."
Under the catalysis of alcohol, Lin Shiyu had lost her usual icy and noble demeanor. If her colleagues from the marketing department saw her now, their eyes would probably pop out.
This girl must be getting drunk.
"Shiyu, stop drinking, you'll get drunk."
Ye Chen frowned and advised.
"I want to drink."
Lin Shiyu huffed cutely, picked up her glass, and was about to down it in one gulp.
Ye Chen furrowed his brows and reached out to snatch the glass from Lin Shiyu's hand.
"Ye Chen, give me back my drink."
Lin Shiyu frowned, clearly unhappy as she spoke.
