Gu Qichen suspected that Xia Yangyang had been pretending to be drunk just now.
When Xia Yangyang woke up the next day, she only felt a headache.
However, her mind seemed fragmented, turning into a blank space.
After washing her face, she went to the dining room for breakfast,
and found that since she entered, Gu Qichen had been shooting a sharp look at her.
Xia Yangyang glanced at him and sat down naturally, taking a sip of milk, "What's with you today, you don't seem to be in a good mood?"
"Xia Yangyang, you have yet to give me a reasonable explanation."
Xia Yangyang suddenly felt a bit guilty, "What reasonable explanation?"
"What did you do last night?"
Xia Yangyang countered, "I didn't do anything last night, just an interview, then dinner and home."
Gu Qichen snorted coldly, "Do you really not remember how you came back yesterday?"
Xia Yangyang truly didn't remember.
But looking at Gu Qichen's face, she felt even more guilty.
