C29 Financial power

Lu Jin Ting's eyes were slightly dazed. His speech was slower than usual, and he didn't want to admit that he was drunk.

"Go back?"

He seemed to be asking her permission, but it was already late.

When he finally left the military compound, it was already after ten in the evening. Lu Jin Ting was sitting in the back of the car with the smell of alcohol drifting from his nose