Uncle... Sixth Uncle

Jun Shiyan could tell that something was wrong with the girl at once. It was as though she had a fever, as her face was red. He frowned. "Do you feel unwell?"

Ling Sheng shook her head. "I might have had too much alcohol."

She had not expected this body to be alcohol-intolerant. She'd only had a small cup not too long ago, but the drunkenness was already settling in.

"Do you want to go over and rest for a while?" Jun Shiyan's orbs were dark.

It did not seem like she had drunk too much.

"No need, no need." Ling Sheng shook her head immediately. "I've taken up a lot of your time. Let me take you in!"

Jun Shiyan smiled, reaching out with the back of his hand like a gentleman. In a magnetic voice that was like music to the ears, he said, "Then I shall bother Ms. Ling to lead me into the venue!"

"Yes, Mr. Jun." Ling Sheng gave him a sweet smile and walked over to push the wheelchair.