Wei Qian also had a few drinks and was just picking up a bottle of beer when a large hand descended from the sky and snatched it away.
"Manman," the man's gentle and indifferent voice sounded, "you're drunk, let's go home."
Wei Qian looked up to see him, stared blankly, and then it dawned on him, "Mr. Muo, although your marriage to Manman is set, you don't have a home together yet, so you can't say you're going back to your home... and I can take her home even though she's drunk..."
Wei Ruo felt that her brother was indeed drunk. Usually, he was humble and polite; how could he utter such words?
She waved over the Wei Family bodyguard who had been following them and carefully helped Wei Qian to the car parked opposite.
Turning around, she saw Muo Huangnian had already picked up the woman who was slumped over the table, turned, and strode towards the sedan. From his tightly clenched jaw, one could tell he was extremely displeased at the moment.
Could he be jealous?
