Gong Ting couldn't be bothered to reason with a drunk. He gave a cold glance at the two leering thugs, "If you're not afraid to die, get out of my face. I'm in a bad mood today, and if you want to be my punching bags, I don't mind!"
The thugs eyed his luxury car, his noble demeanor, and the high-quality suit he wore, and they realized he wasn't someone they could mess with, so they didn't dare approach him.
Seeing the thugs intimidated by his aura, Gong Ting half-supported, half-embraced the woman who was limp and about to collapse to the ground and dragged her to the car, stuffing her inside.
He slammed the car door shut and turned to get in.
Xiao Yu, so dizzy she couldn't tell which way was up, heard a "bang" and thought there was an explosion. She hugged her head, trying to hide under the seat, but in her hurry, she bumped her head instead.
