"You ..."
Ye qingge wanted to ask him if he was going back to Yun city, but before she could finish, Feng Yan had already left in a hurry.
Han Bing looked at ye qingge, hesitating to say something, but eventually followed Feng Yan.
Ye qingge looked at the back of the two people entering the elevator and felt a little strange.
When ye qingge returned to her room, li beixiao had just finished his call.
Ye qingge put down her bag, took off her coat, and ran to li beixiao.
His expression was like a lover who had been separated for a long time, with joy and eagerness.
The woman's soft body fell into his arms. Li beixiao's cold face was a little unhappy, but he could not hide his heartache.
"Who allowed you to drink?"
Yan Huo had just called and said that ye qingge had drunk too much at noon. She had drunk three glasses of white wine in a row and became famous.
