He was so drunk he lost control.
On someone like Mo Tingshen, who was always in control, this was almost an impossibility. He had no addiction to smoking or drinking, usually only wetting his lips with alcohol. He never imagined he would one day seek solace in liquor.
Yaen Chi and Loo Jinyang helped Mo Tingshen into the back seat.
Both of them had drunk, so they couldn't drive, but luckily Mo Tingshen's assistant was there.
Before leaving, Yaen Chi rested one hand on the roof of the car, bending down to look at the man in the back seat, the corners of his lips slightly curled in schadenfreude, "When you're sober, check your WeChat. I was afraid you'd be anxious, so I sent you the address of Miss Lu's hidden apartment."
Mo Tingshen chuckled softly, "Since when did you start playing the good Samaritan?"
"Isn't this me caring about you? No one else gets that treatment."
