After all, Yan Qiuwen is already twenty-one years old, not a child, and she has a high IQ. She knows how to protect herself better than most girls, and they can guess who invited her daughter tonight. The person will likely send her home.
Though Yan Qiuwen ambled along unsteadily, she didn't suddenly collapse. Su Zelin didn't dare to help her, to avoid the suspicion of taking advantage, and just watched her attentively.
It wasn't until she walked into her room, and he helped her turn on the light, that he breathed a sigh of relief: "Qiuwen, the taxi is still waiting outside, so I'll head back now!"
"Wait a minute."
Yan Qiuwen suddenly pulled him into the room and closed the door.
"Qiuwen, what are you doing?"
Su Zelin immediately became nervous.
"I have something to say to you!"
Yan Qiuwen turned her face towards him, her breath aromatic: "Listen, Su Zelin, if you dare to joke around with me like that again, you're dead!"
