She tried to pull her leg out of the man's grip, but he held her even tighter.
The decent suit was rubbed against the ground, getting wrinkled and dirty, and the man's arrogantly handsome face was pressed against her calf, nowhere near looking lofty or noble.
How much had he drunk today, really?
Mu Zhenzhen had never thought she would see Mo Xingyuan in this state.
Of course, she was sure that this man had also never thought he would do something so embarrassing when drunk.
As the distinguished president of Shengyu Group, such behavior was simply shocking.
"Mo Xingyuan, let go of me now, or you'll regret it."
Mu Zhenzhen looked around.
Fortunately, it was already very late, and there was still no one coming in the corridor.
She tried again to pull her leg out of the man's grasp, not knowing what he mistook her leg for, refusing stubbornly to let go.
