Looking at the little girl who was usually boastful and arrogant like a little phoenix who was now dejected and almost crying from being bullied by him, the corners of Duan Jinyan's lips curled up as he stared at her with a strange expression. He felt like laughing.
"I'll send you back. Do you want it?"
With a little idleness and laziness, he lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at her before asking her a question with a conscience.
Unexpectedly, the girl answered without raising her head, "I don't drive when I drink."
"..."
In order to avoid the possibility of a car accident, she had to take a taxi herself.
Ye sang curled her fingers, exhaled, and took a few steps back from him.
The girl's subconscious action made the smile on the boy's lips fade. He raised his hand to rub his temple and closed his eyes expressionlessly. He felt both stinging and uncomfortable.
His mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to say.
