What Fu Tingyu Wanted. When Anxious
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She could tell that the person was quite drunk from his stumbling steps.
And just as the young professor had said, he was a terrible drunk.
Otherwise, why would he be in such a hurry to show his face to prove how good-looking he was and how much charm he had just because someone had laughed a little?
Qin Shu just watched on and did not speak. She would not lower herself to the level of a drunkard.
However, why did this person's voice sound a little familiar?
On the screen, the drunkard hadn't even taken two steps when the young professor behind him grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him out.
[ Young professor: Go to sleep if you're drunk. Why are you acting like a crazy person? ]
Qin Shu watched as the young professor dragged the drunkard out. The study became quiet all of a sudden, and the decor of the room could be seen.