Yi Bin immediately noticed that his boss seemed to be a little hot-tempered at the moment.
"Okay."
He answered, glancing quickly at the rearview mirror. He saw that Ning Li was trying to get into Lu Huaiyu's arms.
He immediately withdrew his gaze and looked ahead. He held his breath and focused. He lowered his sense of presence to the minimum and started the car.
As soon as Lu Huaiyu had gotten into the car, Ning Li had moved closer to him.
He was already feeling very uncomfortable, yet the culprit did not feel anything and hugged his arm tightly.
He could feel a soft, squeezing touch.
Even through the suit, it was still clear and warm with an unbelievable softness.
Lu Huaiyu's eyebrows twitched. He turned his head, his eyes carrying a hint of warning.
"Sit properly."
Ning Li looked up, seemingly at a loss.
Now that the alcohol had kicked in, her face had flushed red.
