She looked young in the picture like she had just graduated from university.
After some time, Qin Yinan blinked into consciousness and pulled his gaze away from the gingko trees. He switched off the engine, pushed the door, and got out. He oozed confidence and stability, not a trace of the fact that his attention had fluttered earlier.
When Qin Yinan entered the room, the place was already almost full. He had just sat down when the waitresses started to serve the food.
The host of the night was CEO Chen, who had brought many bottles of wine with him from his collection. He ordered the waitress to open them, and before drinking, the room was already filled with the bouquet of sweet alcohol.
The older the wine, the stronger the kick. After a few rounds, there were already a few who started to slur their words.
Probably influenced by the memory of Cheng Qingchong earlier, Qin Yinan seemed rather down throughout the night.
