When Yue Yiming heard this, he paused for a moment and nodded slightly. “Okay, got it.”
Yue Xiang was very pleased. He was not a good father, but Yue Yiming was a good son.
“Mei Ning is a kind girl. I hope that you and she can be happy.”
“I’ll try my best.”
The next day, Mei Ning was woken up by the alarm.
Because she had to go to the gallery to work every day, she usually got up at seven o’clock in the morning.
But today, she only felt a splitting headache and her throat was very dry. She felt like she was going to die.
She hugged her head and thought for a long time before she remembered what had happened yesterday.
She quickly looked around. It was a room she was familiar with. She then looked down at her clothes that were still intact. Suddenly, she felt like she wanted to hit the wall.
She didn’t say anything that she shouldn’t have said after she got drunk yesterday, right?
