"Rose can't handle her liquor," Yao Beikun concluded.
Ali smiled.
How does he know if Rose can drink or not?!
Or maybe, just as Xiaohua said, Rose probably pleases him more, so he naturally knows more about her.
"Yeah," Ali responded softly.
She didn't dare offend Yao Beikun, so she naturally went along with him a bit more.
The car suddenly fell into silence. Ali, already feeling unwell, slumped against the seat without saying a word.
The car reached the destination, and Ali got out.
She respectfully said to Yao Beikun, "Master Kun, thank you, take care."
"Ali."
"Yes?"
"Are you a little upset with me tonight?" Yao Beikun suddenly asked.
Ali quickly shook her head, "No."
"Ali," Yao Beikun's face hinted at coldness.
"Master Kun, I truly don't dare to blame you. You're the boss; whatever you say, I'll do."
"So I can ask you to do anything?"
Ali nodded.
Yao Beikun's expression seemed to turn even colder.
