Nangong Yaoling stepped out of the car, the hotel lights spilling across his face, tinting it with a faint flush.
His footsteps were a little unsteady; as the lights flashed past, he braced a hand against his forehead and staggered a step.
The driver hurried over and supported him, nervously saying, "Young Master, you're drunk, please be careful…"
"I'm not drunk. Get lost." Nangong Yaoling growled low, shoving the driver away hard.
The driver had no choice but to step back helplessly, hovering cautiously behind him.
The man's tall, lean figure half leaned against the car as he dialed a number.
After a series of "doo—doo—" tones, a clear, standard voice came on: "Hello, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later…"
The man's handsome brows lifted slightly, his pupils tightening a fraction.
He dialed again.
To his irritation tonight, there was still no answer!
He clenched his teeth.
