He stood a foot away from her, staring at her with a dark face and no expression.

She smiled, reached out her hand and patted his handsome face. She frowned and said, 'Oh, you look like Carl.'

Her wrist was pulled down vigorously, and the next second, she was picked up by the man by the waist.

'What are you doing? Let go of me, I still have to drink.' Grace flapped his chest and struggled.

'Be honest.' He yelled at her with displeasure, 'You are drunk, it's time to go home.'

She was stunned and stared at his well-defined side face. Tears suddenly poured down.

Seeing her suddenly crying...