Helping out of the goodness of his heart had always put Tiger in strange situations. For instance, he just wanted to help Ivy get in the car much faster. But now, his back was drenched with nasty fluid. What luck!
Tiger put down Ivy to let her throw up on the side of the establishment. His face screamed with annoyance, holding his blazer before him.
"I…" he clicked his tongue, glaring daggers at the woman throwing up on the side. "Miss Wei, pay for this! This is the first suit I bought for myself, you know!?"
Nothing. He didn't know if she heard him, as she was too busy throwing up all the alcohol in her system.
"Damn it!" he set his sour face to the blazer he was holding. "I don't think I had done my laundry. I hope Fig did the laundry and took mine to clean."