Chen Anxin must have been shaken by his deep voice.
In a daze, she voiced a vague "Hmm?"
She seemed to have no idea what was happening.
Huo Lingan hadn't expected her to be such a mess when drunk; feeling a mix of anger and helplessness, he had no choice but to carry her quickly toward his car.
Once in the car, he buckled Chen Anxin's seat belt and then stepped on the gas, speeding away.
But even with the seat belt on, Chen Anxin wasn't sitting still. Perhaps because of work during the day, she was wearing a white blouse and a light beige pencil skirt, revealing her slender, shapely legs.
She didn't seem to realize when she had taken off her high heels, her feet with red-painted toenails lifted and resting on the dashboard.
Huo Lingan only glanced inadvertently but his face darkened as he chided in a low voice, "Chen Anxin, put your feet down! What kind of behavior is that?"
