The first car behind screeched to a halt!
The car door opened, and several subordinates stepped out amidst a commotion.
"Miss Liang seems to have fainted?" The trusted aide driving the Bugatti exclaimed, glancing at someone in the back seat who had been grim-faced the entire way.
Si Yuheng's troubled heart tightened swiftly, a vein standing out on his forehead: "Get her in here now!"
Two subordinates quickly got out of the car and carried Liang Anya into the Bugatti: "Hall Master, she's fine, just seems to have drunk too much."
He glanced at the woman placed on the soft, high-end car mat, her eyelashes tightly shut, lips moving slightly, breathing evenly, even snoring softly, and turning lazily.
His face turned from worried red to purplish-blue, and to think he actually believed she fainted from excessive grief!
Drank too much!
"Wake up!" He picked her up, growling softly into her ear.
