In the car, Ye Zhenzhen nestled in the man's embrace and complained, "I was still talking to Director Yang... How could you... just... just"
With the change of environment, the cool wind was replaced by heating, and the dizziness intensified so quickly that she couldn't finish her sentence. She just frowned and murmured, "Mm... it's so hot..."
Still dizzy, uncomfortable.
Upon hearing this, Secretary Zhang immediately rolled down the passenger-side window halfway to let some cool air blow in.
Song Jinze looked down at the person in his arms and gently massaged her temples with his fingertips to ease the discomfort from the alcohol, "You're not allowed to drink like this again."
With the man massaging her temples, Ye Zhenzhen felt some relief from her dizziness.
She tilted her head slightly and squinted at him, wrinkled her nose, and then raised a finger, "I just... had a tiny bit... "
In this circle, there's no escaping drinking.