Xu Baohan opened the door to his house.
The lights in the living room were on.
He was stunned, a figure hurriedly stood up from the sofa in the living room.
"Xu Baohan, what's wrong with you? I couldn't get through to your phone. Where did you go so late at night? Do you know what time it is?" An Lan scolded angrily, but her beautiful face couldn't hide her worry.
She quickly walked up to him and looked him up and down. "Are you alright? I was afraid that you would fall into a pit when you were drunk. I couldn't find you at the court in the morning, so I decided to call the police."
Xu Baohan was stunned for a moment before a warm feeling rose in his heart. He smiled and said, "You didn't say you were coming over last night."
