Yan Ye stood up, his body swaying slightly, but his mind was still clear.
"Bro, can you manage this? You can't even walk straight, how are you supposed to lead the way?" Yan Huan sat aside enjoying the drama, always happy to stir things up.
"This child..." Feng Yuzhi quietly pinched Yan Huan's thigh under the table, causing him to yelp in pain.
"It's fine! I'm just a bit dizzy, some fresh air might do me good." Yan Ye steadied himself by the doorframe, shook his head, and tried to clear his thoughts.
"Let's go." Lin Qiushu looked back at him, hesitated for a second, and slowly reached out her hand, "Here, let me help you!"
"Thank you." Yan Ye reached out his large hand and grasped her tender, fair hand.
Watching them leave, Zhang Yun smiled at Feng Yuzhi, "How about it? She's a good girl, isn't she?"
"Yes. Her demeanor is really elegant; she would have been considered a lady of high status in the old days," Feng Yuzhi praised.
