"Hey, look over there."
Lu Zijiao raised a hand and pointed towards the direction of the restroom.
Zhan Qipei turned his head and saw Ni Yue leaning against the wall, staggering as she walked over, looking as if she could collapse at any moment.
"See? Ni Yue isn't doing any better."
Lu Zijiao shrugged, "So, it's decided, I'll take Ni Yue home, and you take this Third Miss Qiao."
Zhan Qipei glanced down at the woman in the crook of his arm, seeing that she was indeed quite drunk. If he left her alone, the same situation that happened earlier was bound to occur again.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to reluctantly take her home.
In a blur, Qiao Jing was taken out of the bar by Zhan Qipei.
As they were getting in the car, a slightly chilly night breeze blew over, bringing a touch of clarity to the drunken Qiao Jing.
With one hand clutching the car door, she gazed at the man holding her, with a somewhat slurred voice, she asked, "Where are you taking me?"
