- Two hours later, near midnight -
Qin Chu and a tipsy Zhang Manlin walked out the nightclub; the latter sneezed at an icy breeze.
"It's so cold, I should've worn more clothes out," she exclaimed; at a moment like this, she really thought that a gentleman like Qin Chu would take off his expensive jacket and put it on her.
"It's late, I should head back. Are you okay with taking a taxi?" Qin Chu turned around and asked.
Zhang Manlin was dumbfounded for a whole three seconds, and then, she finally came back to her senses and stuttered, "Oh, I-I'm okay with taking a taxi."
"Mhm, then I'm going to go now."
"Wait, President Qin."
"What?"
"Let me find a designated driver for you, you've had too much. What if the traffic police hail you down?"