Lin Qiao'er reeked of alcohol—if Ye Qiu didn't know who she was, from Lin Qiao'er's attire, everyone else would have thought she was a wayward girl.
Ye Qiu hoisted Lin Qiao'er onto his back and hailed a taxi.
"Where to?"
"Hmm…" Ye Qiu wanted to ask where Lin Qiao'er's home was, but given her condition, it seemed impossible to get an answer. He considered taking her back to the villa, but immediately dismissed the idea. Bai Xiong was at the villa, along with Old Mo, adding up to three grown men; it wouldn't be convenient for Lin Qiao'er.
Where should they go then?
The driver glanced at the thoroughly inebriated Lin Qiao'er, smiled knowingly, and said, "Little brother, I get it. I know a nice motel. The place has a good environment, and many young couples go there."
"…" Although Ye Qiu wanted to object, the motel the driver mentioned indeed seemed like a decent place. It's just that…
