Mu Yunshen raised his hand to his temple, showing little reaction to the words, his long legs carrying a hint of intoxication as he leisurely walked down the steps.
Shu Yi bit her lip and asked again, "Yunshen, why don't you come to my apartment? It's nearby, and I just learned deep massage techniques. It can help you relax so you won't have a headache at work tomorrow."
Tang Sitian, holding her handbag, descended the steps and happened to hear these words as she brushed past.
Her steps paused for a second, but she soon continued walking down.
Shu Yi's voice sounded behind her, "Mrs. Mu, do you know the phone number of Yunshen's driver? Yunshen seems a bit drunk."
"Young Master Mu's phone should have it," Sitian turned back with a smile, "You can check his phone, I've already deleted the useless numbers."
Mu Yunshen's hand on his temple paused slightly.
His drunken, dark eyes overflowed with intense displeasure.
