Yang Shuting Stunned for a moment, she looked up, a handsome face casting a faint shadow, a sort of indescribable phantom. He was a cold, icy man, suddenly caring for her in a gentle, nervous, concerned tone, and she felt a little surreal. She hastily pulled out her hand and grinned, "I'm fine, I'm not drunk yet!"

Ling Weihao's eyebrows drew together, and he wanted to move forward to support her, but then he withdrew his hand.

He couldn't bear to see her suffer like this, and his heart suddenly moved.

"Mr. Ling, have you forgotten? This is my job. Like before, when I was in the sales department, regardless...