When she tidied Qi Chengzhi's bedroom in the morning, he used the new blanket that she brought out last night. How strange was this!
Aunt Yang shook her head and carried Qi Chengzhi's blanket to his bedroom.
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Before Song Yu came out, she took a deep breath. She was still too embarrassed to face Qi Chengzhi.
Song Yu was drunk last night and could not recall what she rambled on about. She could only remember that she poured her heart out but her memory about the details was blurry.
When she reached the restaurant, Qi Chengzhi had already finished his breakfast. He remained seated at the table while he read the newspapers.
Song Yu stood by the table uneasily and cleared her throat before saying in a timorous voice, "About… Young Master Cheng, sorry to trouble you last night."
