Does Timothy really have such a high tolerance for alcohol.
But she was very moved by Ye Wenshan's efforts, even though they weren't entirely successful.
Actually, there was a bit of success.
Timothy wasn't completely drunk, but he was tipsy, his steps somewhat unsteady.
On the way back, Timothy and Ye Anqi sat in the back seat.
He held her hand the entire time, resting his head on her shoulder, eyes closed, as if in a deep sleep.
Ye Anqi shifted, trying to push him away, but once she did, he leaned back again.
She could tell that he wasn't asleep.
But she pretended not to know.
Ye Anqi pushed him away again, and he came back once more.
"Timothy, are you actually drunk?"
"..."
"Whether you are drunk or not, can you move a bit away from me?"
Timothy still didn't wake up.
Ye Anqi was bothered by the smell of alcohol on him.
"Open the window," she told the driver.
"Okay, Miss Ye."
The driver pressed a button, and the window slid down.
