Her tears soaked his shirt.
At this mont, William Guillen had also cald down a lot, exhaling a long, drawn-out breath, "I didn’t beat him to death, why are you crying?"
William Guillen lifted his hand, wanting to wipe away her tears, but as soon as he raised it, he realized that his hand was covered in that man’s blood.
"Stop crying, I didn’t hit him too hard, he’s not going to die."
Fluffy Zane glanced at the man and noted that he was already unconscious, "This isn’t hitting too hard, he’s already passed out..."
"In any case, as long as he isn’t dead, what are you worrying about?"
William Guillen signaled the man in black to hand him a handkerchief, which the man did. He took the handkerchief and wiped the blood off his hand before calmly instructing others to take the unconscious man on the ground to the hospital.
Edward Benson and Thomas Shannon also walked over, with Thomas Shannon raising an eyebrow slightly as he looked him up and down, "Are you okay?"
William Guillen said indifferently, "What could possibly be wrong with , the problem lies with him."
Edward Benson handed a facial tissue to Fluffy Zane, "Wipe your tears, Lan Singh said he won’t be in trouble, so don’t worry."
Fluffy Zane also felt rather embarrassed and lowered her head to accept the facial tissue, thanking him in a low voice before quickly wiping her tears away.
After such a commotion, none of them felt like drinking anymore.
William Guillen asked soone to send her friends ho, while he looked at Fluffy Zane, who was drooping her head and refusing to lift it, "I’ll take you ho."
"Okay."
Fluffy Zane responded dully.
Upon leaving the Golden Wing Palace, William Guillen called for a designated driver.
He and Fluffy Zane sat in the back seat, lowering the car window.
Allowing the evening wind to blow in through the car window, his head, clouded by alcohol, finally gained a bit of clarity.
Fluffy Zane, on the other hand, was continuously looking outside the car window, in the cramped space inside the car, only the sound of the wind could be heard.
"Don’t go to the bar again later; if it wasn’t for the Golden Wing Palace tonight, what would you have done?"
William Guillen’s face looked grim, recalling the scene in the bar, a fire ignited inside him.
Thankfully he was there tonight; otherwise, wouldn’t she have been taken advantage of gratuitously?
Those words felt quite unpleasant for Fluffy Zane.
"You’re telling to stop eating just because of choking—a minor harassnt at the bar, so I should never go again?"
William Guillen rubbed his forehead with a headache, "I’m saying this for your own good, don’t get stuck in stubbornness. A few girls like you are the ideal target for n, who would harass you if not them? This ti it was just a touch, next ti, you might not be so lucky. Bars are filled with a mix of characters, every kind of person is there. Bad people don’t write the word ’bad’ on their faces, understand?"
"Yes, tonight was all thanks to you. But you can’t say that just because of this incident I should never go to the bar again. Clearly it’s the bad person’s fault, but in the end, why does it seem like my going to the bar is the original sin?"
Fluffy Zane glanced around, realizing they had already reached the villa district, and said, "Stop the car, I’m getting off here."
The designated driver stopped the car, William Guillen turned his head to look at Fluffy Zane, "Do you have to go against ?"
Couldn’t she be a little more conforming?
Couldn’t she be a little more obedient?
"Thanks for helping tonight, I’m leaving." Fluffy Zane pushed the door open expressionlessly and got out of the car.
As he watched her back disappear into the distance, William Guillen cursed under his breath, "Damn it!"
"Mister, where to now?"
The designated driver asked cautiously.
William Guillen irritably reported the address, withdrawing his gaze, never looking at her again.
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