"Love her well, do not let her down, otherwise..." he raised his right hand, pointing his index finger at Mu Tianye's face in the air, "I won't let you go. I'm not like Chen Ziming, I don't care about your status and wealth, I will make your life worse than death!"
The last few words, Ning Zhiqiu forced out of his throat with difficulty, his face a bit flushed, not from alcohol, but from suppressed emotions, which had unwittingly been betrayed by his eyes.
Mu Tianye, usually arrogant and irritable, was surprisingly calm in the face of such straightforward threats.
Releasing his fingers from the table arm, he stood up from the sofa.
"Do you want me to take you back?"
"No need!" Ning Zhiqiu slowly straightened his back, "I'm not drunk yet."
