Serena was not drunk. Although the effect of a glass of Maotai was strong, it was mostly gone after being blown by the night breeze. She sat in the passenger seat in silence, letting Elliot drive the car up and down.

"Sister Serena, if you don't say something, I'll feel a little depressed."

"What are you talking about? Your domineering president literature?"

Elliot was embarrassed and coughed shyly, "I really don't have a story, so I can only borrow from literary ...