On one end, Jiang Yi and Xia Ying were enjoying their tender moments, while on the other end, Fan Shaoming was still on his way home.
Su Xiaoyue got drunk, and Fan Shaoming, fearing that she might go crazy with alcohol, decided it wasn't safe for her to sit in the front passenger seat, so he let her sit in the back of the car. From time to time, she would blurt out, "Xia Ying, cheers, bottoms up, drink, drink..."
Fan Shaoming, listening to his wife's drunken words, felt a mix of frustration and amusement. She was so drunk she wasn't thinking straight, yet she kept calling out for toasts.
He really couldn't indulge her anymore, or it would end up like now.
Sometimes, Su Xiaoyue laughed to herself in the back seat or muttered under her breath.
Her mutterings were always the same, "One yuan, I really wasn't wrong, just one yuan... This accomplice of a mysterious man must be joking with me."
Fan Shaoming listened and could only helplessly shake his head with a smile.
