1257 Su Yue and Ming Ansheng Together Part Nine (1/2)

Ming Ansheng had already felt uncomfortable looking at the photo printed on the cups. When the waiter mentioned the word 'couple cups' again, he became upset.

He rose, picked up his coat, and parted the curtains.

He felt a little tipsy earlier on, and when he stood up, everything went pitch-black for a second that he almost fell.

Fortunately, he managed to gain a firm footing.

Su Yue could tell that Ming Ansheng was drunk. She stared at the towering figure as he stumbled forward. She then shook her head helplessly.

She glanced at the pink box on the table which contained the cups. The paper bag was really exquisite, too.

She exhaled and picked up the paper bag before leaving.

Ming Ansheng had already exited the restaurant, and he leaned against the pillar.

There was a cigarette in his hand and he hung his head low, puffing away.

Su Yue strode to him and said, ”Uncle Ming, I'm going home.”

She didn't wait for Ming Ansheng and turned around towards the elevator.

”Su Yue.”

Su Yue had taken a few strides when Ming Ansheng called her.

It was the first time that he had called her by her full name. Su Yue froze and her heartbeat seemed to have stopped.

She halted her footsteps, too.

She turned around and glanced at the towering figure. The expression in his eyes carried a tinge of sorrow.

Su Yue's heart seemed to clench tightly—she almost bolted towards him.

Her hands tightened its grip on the paper bag and she stood motionless, staring at Ming Ansheng.

”I'll send you home.” Ming Ansheng put the cigarette to his mouth again as he took a deep puff. He blew out thick billows of smoke.

He flung away the remaining stub of the cigarette into the trash can.

He straightened his back before walking towards Su Yue.