At this moment, those people cursed and chased after him. Nangong Zhongli suddenly stepped on the gas, ignoring the car in front, as the car sped onto the road.
Liang Shaochen fell into a chair nearby, completely in a drunken stupor.
Nangong Zhongli's driving skills aren't something ordinary people can keep up with. She easily shook off those annoying motorcycles. If she were alone, she would have stopped the car directly, and when the motorcycles caught up, she would have knocked them flying.
But now, Liang Shaochen is this drunk, she can't risk his life.
She shook off those people, parked the car by the roadside, and took a breather.
Turning around to look at the handsome face beside her, she leaned over. He had his eyes closed, perhaps asleep.
Lowering her head, she gently kissed his cheek.
Liang Shaochen's brows moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Are you okay..."
