He frowned, looking very impatient, then turned over, unconsciously lifting his arm.
Just as Song Yinyin bent down, she accidentally got hit in the face by his arm near the ear.
Immediately, her face burned with pain.
Song Yinyin was both angry and anxious. Damn Lu Jihan, how much did he drink?!
She reached out to push him, but he was still unconscious. Annoyed, she poked his cheek with her finger.
This time, he mumbled something, but she didn't hear it clearly.
Song Yinyin thought in frustration, there's no way she can move him by herself, and she couldn't let him sleep on the cold entryway floor. It seemed she had to call Mr. Rong.
Fortunately, Mr. Rong had just fallen asleep not long ago. Receiving Song Yinyin's call, he promptly replied, "Okay, young madam, I'll come over to help right away."
Before long, Mr. Rong arrived, and together they carried Lu Jihan upstairs.
