Unfortunately, he misunderstood; Yan Qiuwen wasn't in that ninety percent; she was truly drunk.
Seeing Yan Qiuwen's state, it was clear she couldn't walk on her own, so Su Zelin could only support her out of the car.
The taxi drove away.
Su Zelin brought Yan Qiuwen to the front door, feeling anxious and uneasy at heart.
Qiuwen's mom doesn't even let her daughter have fried dough sticks with soy milk, showing her disdain for junk food. Yet tonight, Qiuwen drank, and got drunk. Mrs. Yan could probably tell it was because of his persuasion. Who knows what she'd think then.
It might not even go well for Yan Qiuwen when she sobers up. She might take the initiative to tell him not to let her stay at his company anymore.
With a heavy heart, he pressed the doorbell, waited for a while, but no one answered.
He pressed it a few more times, but still no response.
Su Zelin was puzzled.
