The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

It’s past eight.

A group of people bid farewell outside the KTV.

Rowanda Peterson looked at Zuri Ginger with her flushed face, about to speak when Grassy suddenly raised her voice and said, "Mr. Great, can you send me home?"

Rowanda was taken aback.

Zuri was also taken aback.

Rowanda glanced at her calmly, smiled at Grassy, and said, "Sorry, I still..."

"You should send her." Zuri suddenly interrupted him, biting her lip with difficulty, "Please, okay? Grassy seems a bit drunk, it’s dangerous for her to go home alone, you should send her."

Rowanda frowned, "How will you go back by yourself? It looks like you’ve also drunk quite a bit."

Original content can be found at novel~fire~net

"I’m fine," Zuri glanced at Grassy and hurriedly said, "I’ll have our driver come pick me up."

Rowanda didn’t say anything.

He was usually silent and was more than four years older than Zuri, not speaking gave him a certain depth.