A group of people had a lively dinner and then sang for a while.
At eleven o'clock, Huangfu Zheng took Tang Anzhi away, while the others continued.
Since both of them had drunk alcohol, this time Huangfu Zheng's driver was behind the wheel.
Tang Anzhi did not know him.
The two were sitting in the backseat, and Huangfu Zheng glanced at her, seeing her cheeks flushed and her eyes curved with joy, obviously in a good mood.
He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and ask, "Happy?"
Tang Anzhi nodded, "They are all very cute." She had a very good impression of these soldiers, and she had always had a fondness for them deep down, especially since they were from the Crimson Dragon Special Forces.
To her, they were like legendary figures.
Such men of steel deserved respect.
Hearing this, Huangfu Zheng couldn't help but snort. Calling a bunch of grown men "cute" — was she complimenting them or mocking them?
"Is your friend staying over at your place tonight?"
