Chen Ziqian returned to Shanshan's side, seeing her drunkenly leaning in her chair, he frowned with distress. Then he squatted beside her, tucking the stray hairs behind her ear to reveal her delicate face, "Shanshan, this is the first and last time I'll let you get this drunk. It won't happen again."
"Which table haven't we toasted yet?" Shanshan burped, "Bring, bring me the wine."
"..." Chen Ziqian sighed deeply from his nostrils, extended his arms; one hand on her legs and one hand around her waist, letting her rest her hand on his neck, then he directly carried her away from there, heading to the guest room.
The hotel was booked by the Yun Family, with dozens of floors of guest rooms, devoid of any guests other than wedding attendees, which left the two rows of elevators quite unoccupied.
Chen Ziqian casually pressed for a double-decker elevator and carried Shanshan in.
