Jiang Jingheng had one hand on Mu Yan's waist and the other on her shoulder.
He looked at her, his light brown eyes somewhat obscure under the dim light.
His voice was cold, devoid of any warmth, "Are you drunk?"
He appeared indifferent, and his words seemed to accuse Mu Yan of bumping into him.
Mu Yan looked at him for a few seconds, realizing it wasn't just her imagination.
She immediately steadied herself and thanked him, "Thank you."
She felt quite surprised in her heart. Wasn't he on a business trip to the United States? How could he be here?
Jiang Jingheng looked at the mix of red and white on her cheeks, frowning slightly.
There was a faint scent of alcohol on her, indicating she had been drinking. As for the pallor on her face, it was obviously due to being startled.
Mr. He, seeing Mu Yan bump into Jiang Jingheng, felt his heart leap into his throat.
