If they really looked up to it, then their Haohang Technology would be at the end of its rope.
Feng Huaijin glanced at Su Li, put his arm around the woman's slender waist, and walked away without looking back.
Leaving a group of people utterly speechless.
Feng Huaijin pulled the drunken Su Li into the car, fastened the seatbelt, stepped on the gas, and sped away.
Su Li was very dizzy; she had never drunk so much before.
"Tuanzi... it's unfair that Mama likes you so much, ...you... you tricked me."
Su Li lay on her side, muttering pitifully, "You even said it, your Baba, can't drink. This is killing me."
"He clearly can drink..."
The entire car was filled with Su Li's self-talk, both aggrieved and angry.
Feng Huaijin's hands were tense, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes as heavy as the night.
He unconsciously tugged at his tie, making it slightly easier to breathe.
Clearly unable to drink, yet dared to drink, and it was for him...
