Target detected: Liu Yi Host's favorability toward target: High affection, flustered, nervous, having "entering" fantasies
Zhang Yang put away the detector and blinked.
Such impossible-to-hide charm.
But why were "entering" fantasies in quotation marks? It sounded rather improper.
"Oh, no, I can't keep my eyes open anymore." Ye Junyi swayed his head, looking as though the alcohol had gone straight to him. "Young Master Zhang, let's drink and have fun another day. Um... Liu Yi."
"Young Master Ye." Liu Yi stood up.
"Go see Young Master Zhang off. Oh, right, the room card." As Ye Junyi spoke, he took out the room card he had prepared long ago and placed it on the table.
Liu Yi froze for a moment, then nodded gently.
"Young Master Ye, are you all right? Should I see you off?" Zhang Yang asked one more question as he watched Ye Junyi stagger along.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. There are people outside." He called out twice, and someone naturally entered from outside to support him.
In the blink of an eye, the drunken-looking Ye Junyi was helped away first.
Only Zhang Yang and Liu Yi remained in the private room.
"Young Master Zhang, let me see you off." Liu Yi stood up with her head lowered, seemingly a little afraid to look at him.
"Mm." Zhang Yang gave a grunt and rose to his feet.
Liu Yi hurriedly followed him.
He had not actually drunk too much, but now that someone was seeing him off, wouldn't it seem a little inappropriate if he walked too briskly?
So, he deliberately stumbled twice.
After hesitating for a moment, Liu Yi stepped forward and lightly supported Zhang Yang.
"Be careful, Young Master Zhang," she said softly.
Zhang Yang gave a vague grunt, then unceremoniously let his hand