Mo Rao stopped and turned to look at Fu Ying helplessly.
"Don't go, Rao Rao… Don't go." Although Fu Ying looked weak, his grip on Mo Rao's hand was very strong.
"Qu You and I will send you back," Mo Rao said as she gave Qu You a look.
The two of them carried Fu Ying's arms and walked out of the bar with the help of the waiter, then they called a taxi.
"Fu Ying, don't drink so much in the future," Mo Rao said as she checked Fu Ying's pulse.
Fu Ying's health wasn't good to begin with. If he drank too much, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Alright, I'll listen to you." Fu Ying smiled and leaned against Mo Rao.
As Qu You sat at the side, she felt like a third wheel.
"I didn't expect President Fu to be like this when he's drunk." Qu You coughed and said, "But Mo Rao, are you really not planning to get back together with him?"
Qu You felt that Mo Rao didn't seem to hate Fu Ying.