C186 Drunk

It was December 28th. Yuan Zifeng put the gifts he had prepared in the trunk of the car and took Lee Qinshu to the passenger seat. He knocked on the steering wheel nervously and said, "We are leaving."

"Let's go." Lee Qinshu nodded. "Don't shake."

"What is there to shake about?" Yuan Zifeng said. "Who told you I shook?"

Lee Qinshu smiled and covered Yuan Zifeng's trembling hand with his palm