Mu Shaochen's face darkened further.
The smell of gunpowder began to spread again in the private room.
Zuo Zhan hurried forward to support Mu Shaochen, "Sir, Miss Qin is here to take you home, let's go back."
Mu Shaochen glanced at Zuo Zhan and then turned to look at Qin Wan.
His sexy lips curled up with a trace of mockery, his voice carrying a hint of drunkenness, "You're here to take me home?"
Qin Wan, "No."
Zuo Zhan, "..."
Mu Shaochen's face grew somber as he shook off Zuo Zhan and collapsed onto the couch.
Seeing this, Qin Wan frowned and called out to Zuo Zhan, "Zuo Zhan, support him."
Mu Shaochen was propped up by Zuo Zhan and tried to shake him off again when he heard Qin Wan shout at him, "Mu Shaochen, if you dare let go of Zuo Zhan again, then you can just die drunk here, no need to go back."
"..."
Mu Shaochen was stopped by her shouting.
The tall figure stood there stiffly, his gaze laden with a mix of drunkenness and mockery staring intently at her.
