Perhaps the alcohol had worn off. By the time Qiao An left the hotel and was lying in Sheng Bai's comfortable Maybach, she had already fallen fast asleep...
At this point, Sheng Bai grew even more nervous!
Now that Qiao An was drunk and asleep, how was she supposed to get home?
This was a deeply profound problem. With Sheng Bai's current physical strength, simply carrying Qiao An home in his arms would be no problem at all.
But he glanced at his understated Patek Philippe watch. Mu Zimo should be off work by now, probably sweating away in the kitchen as he prepared a late-night snack for Qiao An.
If he carried Qiao An home, the first thing that would happen is Mu Zimo would want him dead. That wouldn't do.
And then there was the fact he had allowed Qiao An to drink, which was a crime punishable by death. He was on the verge of tears.
