Ning Youran understood Chi Huan's personality, and indeed, it was her style, so she said no more.
After such a fuss, Chi Huan's mood for drinking had been pretty much affected, and after just a few glasses of low-alcohol red wine, she remembered she hadn't had dinner and started complaining about hunger, so they simply decided to go to a nearby restaurant for food.
They ate while chatting and drinking.
The meal lasted nearly one or two hours, and when Ning Youran went to pay the bill, Chi Huan was so drunk she couldn't stand up.
Ning Youran struggled to support her, "Huanhuan, do you want your boyfriend to come pick you up, or should Mo Shiqian come instead?"
Chi Huan clung to her arm, her head resting on her shoulder, "Hmm... of course... the boyfriend."
"Then give me your phone, and I'll call him."
Chi Huan, whether she heard her or not, closed her eyes and rubbed her face against her shoulder, neither responding to her question nor taking out her phone.
