Gu Zihang was wearing a navy blue casual suit without a tie. It seemed that he had drunk too much alcohol, and his entire face was abnormally red. The dim lights in the hall shone on his face, revealing a kind of devilishly handsome face.
"President Gu, you've drunk too much. I'll take you back..."
The corners of Gu Zihang's lips curved into a strange curve. His eyes were half-closed, and he smashed the glass in his hand onto the ground.
"Get lost! Don't touch me!"
The group of waiters were frightened by Gu Zihang's aura. They wanted to step forward and stop Gu Zihang, but they couldn't help but take a step back.
They weren't afraid of Gu Zihang smashing things. They could just go to the company and ask for it afterwards.
