"The hell if I know!" Rong Shu slurred.
Fu Jianting hadn't expected such a response, and surprise flashed in his eyes.
But it was quickly replaced by a frown as he took in her flushed cheeks and unfocused gaze. He wrenched his tie from her grasp.
"Rong Shu, you’re drunk."
"No, I'm perfectly sober!" Rong Shu insisted, grabbing his tie again. "You look a lot like my ex-husband. Guess you're no good
















