Facing the mirror-like shiny window of the Cadillac, Xu Xiangbei discovered a few streaks of mud on his face, left by Iron Head's crazy attack, splattered onto him.
He awkwardly used a tissue to wipe off the mud from his face, Iron Head was truly hopeless when he went crazy.
Xiao Lin approached him with a charming smile, staggering slightly, wearing five-inch crystal high heels. Her delicate, small feet were shining like spring bamboo shoots, adorned with bright purple nail polish, perfectly matching her purple lace long dress.
She could barely stand as it was, stumbled, and accidentally fell forward, but Xu Xiangbei quickly caught her, feeling her warm, supple body.
Falling into Xu Xiangbei's arms, Xiao Lin naturally snuggled against his strong chest, continuing to laugh, "Brother Xu, let's go home."
Smelling the strong scent of alcohol on Xiao Lin, Xu Xiangbei slightly reproached Lei Ziming, "Young Master Lei, why did you let her drink so much?"
