From the moment she arrived, Lin Zhenxin finally looked up and glanced at He Bainian.
His face was calm, like still water. The others at the table were more or less tipsy, but he showed no such signs.
This dinner stretched on for two hours, until finally, the bill was settled, and the others were picked up by drivers, leaving just the two of them in the room.
"Mr. He, the meal is over. Could you spare a moment for someone like me now?"
The room was heavy with the smell of alcohol. Lin Zhenxin didn't look at He Bainian as she spoke.
But soon, there was a clang by her ear; the Porsche car keys were thrown in front of her.
The room was very quiet.
"You're not trying to make me drive you back, are you?" Lin Zhenxin looked at He Bainian, her expression serious.
He Bainian raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze indescribable.
"I can't drive." She pushed the car keys back in front of him, straightforward and clear.
