Aurelia opened her bleary, drunken eyes, the man's handsome and cold face appeared in her dizzy vision, and she smiled foolishly, "Mason, you're here?"
Mason saw her in this state, eyes blurred, exuding glamour, cheeks flushed, clothes disheveled, collar slightly open, and he almost wanted to drag her into the bedroom immediately and give her a serious "lesson."
"Hey, Aurelia, where did you go? Let's keep drinking."
Viscount Zhou looked around, unable to find Aurelia, only to see a pretty foot in front of him. He smiled foolishly, grabbing it, and looked up at Aurelia.
Mason's eyes turned cold, his gaze as sharp as an ice blade directed at Viscount Zhou. Although Viscount Zhou's brain was sluggish, he instinctively let go of his hand, shrank his neck back, and blinked pitifully, looking like a little dog abandoned by its owner.
Mason rubbed his forehead, "Throw him out for me!"
