"I'll drink this cup for her, is that alright?" Fu Rong looked at the official.
Since he had said that, how could the man have any reason to refuse? He immediately nodded, "Alright, alright, of course, it's alright. The Chief is giving me face here."
"In that case, I'll finish mine, and you can take your time."
Even though everyone had their own thoughts, no one would openly say them. After a couple more drinks, the atmosphere became lively.
Everyone started chatting like they'd known each other for ten or twenty years, talking about everything under the sun.
In the end, they all left happily.
Fu Rong had a driver, of course, so she didn't need to drive herself.
As she was leaving, he grabbed her arm, "If you run into a situation like that again, you can come to me for help."
"Thanks," Ye Ranran said coldly.
"Do you really have to be like this?" He tightened his grip. "Does it make you happy to deliberately challenge me?"
