Mr. Wen couldn't clearly explain who he was scolding An Li as at this moment.
Even though he was indeed angry, seeing An Li crying like a little dumpling softened his heart at once.
Even when he pulled An Li into his embrace to comfort her, it was purely out of protection for her, nothing more.
An Li, emboldened by the alcohol, smeared her tears and snot on Mr. Wen's suit, sobbing, "I thought you wouldn't care about me anymore, sob sob..."
Mr. Wen looked helpless, gently stroking her hair, "How could I not? If only you'd be sensible, I wouldn't ignore you."
An Li looked up from his embrace, her tear-filled eyes gazing at his face, then she nodded vigorously, "I'll be sensible, I'll be good, please don't ignore me, okay?"
Mr. Wen knew that An Li was speaking drunkenly, so to comfort her, he could only nod helplessly.
