"Are you serious? Ahhh… Don't lie to me."
Scared, Han Yueyao jumped to the ground and pulled up Su Xiaoxiao's blanket.
"Sis… It's still early. Let me sleep."
"Xiaoxiao, last night…"
"Okay. I was kidding…"
"Then who sent me back?" Han Yueyao thought hard but could remember nothing.
"Uncle An."
"Then Su Yu…"
"My uncle didn't take advantage of you or take you to a hotel… That's all."
Han Yueyao blushed.
"Shut up… President Su is good to me because he's feeling guilty about the car crash."
Su Xiaoxiao was sleepy and didn't answer her.
In a good mood, Han Yueyao washed up and went to the company.
No one knew when Su Yu would come to the company; sometimes he was early, sometimes very late, and sometimes he'd be absent all day long.
After some consideration, Han Yueyao decided to send him a WeChat message.
"President Su, were you drunk last night?"
"No."
"Oh… That's good."
