Three hours were enough to get a man troubled by worries completely drunk.
"Taozi, you take him home," Huangfu Zheng said, standing up as it was about time and addressing Gong Yutao.
Qin Tingjie was in no condition to drive, and Huangfu Zheng certainly didn't have the time to take him home himself.
Just now, when he had messaged his wife, she hadn't even been home yet—what was she still eating with Wang Meng, some rare and exotic feast that could last so long? If it wasn't for Qin Tingjie's sorry state, he would have already gone to check on them.
With that wolf around, he couldn't help feeling uneasy; even if the wolf had paused his scheming for the time being, who knew when he would start causing trouble again!
"Sure, no problem. I'll make sure she gets home safe and sound—that's a promise," Gong Yutao said, thumping his chest.
