The paparazzo, having escaped by the skin of his teeth, clutched the tools of his trade and vanished in a flash.
Lin Yechen stood there a little longer, then turned and walked over to the trash can to put out his cigarette. As he lifted his gaze slightly, he saw the car still waiting at the entrance.
Si Yanzhuo rested one hand on the rear window and watched him approach, his tone flippant. "Such impeccable manners, Assistant Lin."
Lin Yechen met his eyes with a faintly cool gaze for a few seconds, then looked away and knocked on the front passenger window.
"Take Mr. Si home."
The car immediately started moving. Si Yanzhuo kept his eyes fixed on him as it pulled away, until they were out of sight of each other.
The driver had been arranged by Lin Yechen, so of course he followed his instructions to the letter.
The sight of Lin Yechen calmly handling the paparazzo flashed through Si Yanzhuo's mind. Compared with his social finesse at the drinking table, he had looked both gentle and cold-hearted.
Si Yanzhuo chuckled. He really was starting to envy Shao Ke a little.
Shao Ke had been putting on an act to some extent, but he really had drunk quite a lot. His balance was unsteady, his steps uneven.
Yan Ningke settled him on the bed, then went into the bathroom and wrung out a towel.
Shao Ke lay on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling the room spin. It had been a long time since he had drunk this much.
The drinking dinners back home really lived up to their reputation.
Yan Ningke was just about to wipe his face when Shao Ke stopped him. "Don't fuss. I'm going to shower."
He could not stand spending the