Ye Zhenzhen's vision was filled with a double image of Song Jinze, and she thought she was hallucinating. Just as she thought of this man, he appeared.
She rubbed her eyes, and the man's handsome face became clearer. She reached out to touch his face and giggled, "Huahua, take a look, isn't this my husband?"
"I was just thinking about you, and here you are."
Huahua expressed that she hadn't even reached the front door when she started feeling ill, she's still in the restroom throwing up...
Song Jinze's brow furrowed slightly, "It seems you've had quite a bit to drink."
Ye Zhenzhen gently patted the man's face again, pursing her lips and muttering, "It really is my husband... Ah, your voice sounds so nice when you speak, it's just..."
"Not at all gentle."
Song Jinze: ...
He's not gentle?
Secretary Zhang following behind: Extremely gentle, the president is really very gentle already!