The room was filled with the erosion of alcohol, like the rushing water, relentlessly assaulting, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, making her breathless.
Liangliang was extremely frightened.
Her mind suddenly became clear.
She slapped Su Zui across the face.
With a loud smack.
Su Zui's head was a bit muddled.
Liangliang used both hands with emotional force to push him away, "Hooligan! Bastard! You mistook me for— you can still have the nerve with a cat, disgusting!"
Su Zui lay in a prone position on the soft carpet, and shallow snores came from him.
He fell asleep so quickly?
He was drunk, so that was understandable, right?
Liangliang straightened her dress, and lowered her head to pick up his phone.
Inside the phone, there must be his assistant's contact details.
The phone was in his pants pocket.
She held her breath, stretched out two fingers, and slowly reached into his pants pocket.
Ugh...
She was startled and immediately took out the phone.
