"Qiao Jing?" After calling out the name, Zhan Qipei immediately sobered up a considerable amount.
"You're not Qiao Jing," his face grew dark.
Although he was drunk right now, his mind muddled and his vision blurry,
he could feel that the person lying on the bed was definitely not Qiao Jing.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Get out."
Lan Yinyin lifted the blanket, and Zhan Qipei quickly turned away.
With a "bang"—the door was kicked open from the outside.
Qiao Jing stood at the doorway, her gaze instantly drawn to Lan Yinyin lying on the bed.
"Holy shit! Are my eyes deceiving me?" Xu Moqian quickly turned away, covering his eyes and wailing loudly.
"Sister Jing, I swear I didn't see anything just now! Zhan Qipei must have seen it all! He's tainted!"
Zhan Qipei "..."
This Xu Moqian, clearly having seen everything, still had the gall to place the blame on his own head.
Zhan Qipei looked towards Qiao Jing, "I didn't see anything."
