Shi Jingzhou, when drunk, was a devil, emitting a dangerous aura all around him.
He was undoubtedly the most skilled at tantalizing others.
At least, Qiao Zhiyi's heart fluttered.
Damn it.
She pulled away his hand and, with a flushed face, helped him along, "Walk properly."
They'd already kissed; she certainly couldn't kiss him back.
Anyway, they were still in the drama, so she could pretend she was too immersed in her role.
Leaning on her shoulder, Shi Jingzhou walked out of the elevator. Someone in the lobby wanted to help him but he pushed them away, "I have a wife, mind your own business."
Qiao Zhiyi was speechless.
Such a heavy burden, all on her, how shameless.
Struggling to support him to the outside of the door, Qiao Zhiyun was leaning against the car, and Zhou Zheng looked helpless, then hurried over to help Qiao Zhiyi with Shi Jingzhou.
"Xiaoshi!" Qiao Zhiyun suddenly shouted in a loud voice.