"Mr. Shen drank quite a bit at today's gathering, and I was worried he might feel unwell in his stomach, so I stayed behind." The girl pointed to the half-cup of cold honey water on the side and explained with lowered eyes, "You wouldn't mind, would you",In a voice that was suddenly more agitated than usual, he asked, "I called you dozens of times today. Why didn't you answer any of them",He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, a conqueror's scent. Meng Qiong felt herself getting flushed, her white knitted sweater being unbuttoned by him. A shiver ran down her spine as his touch exposed her fair skin, which carried the faint aroma of bath soap.。