She was practically hanging in mid-air, with Shen Jing's arm draped around the man's neck.
No point in making a fuss; tussling with a drunk was a thankless task, especially with a man who could toss her onto the roadside at any moment. More often than not, he'd leave her on the curb, tossing a wad of cash at her to hail a cab.
Right now, he seemed utterly plastered.
All Shen Jing could do was break the tense silence with a constant stream of muttering.
"If I were a journalist, I'd expose you. 'United Bank's CEO goes on a drunken rampage, profits skyrocket, making those bloodthirsty capitalists under you fret and lose hair; they'd have to kneel before me, begging with dollars, 'Please don't leak it, don't leak it...''"
Chuckling mockingly, Zhou Luchen's lips curled with a trace of sarcasm. "I'd serve scandals to you every day."
Shen Jing's chin rested on the man's shoulder. "What else could you give?"
