Then, Zhao Qiang took out a pink thermos cup and handed it to Wang Ke'er. He said, "This is snow pear cooked with rock sugar... Have it as a snack."
"Thank you," Wang Ke'er said with a smile.
...
That night, Zhao Qiang did not wait for Wang Ke'er to return. Instead, he received a call from her.
The voice on the other end of the phone was chaotic. She was clearly at a club. Wang Ke'er said awkwardly, "Zhao Qiang, I'll bring a few of my best friends back later. Get ready."
Zhao Qiang coughed and said hoarsely, "Got it."
Sure enough, after a while, there was a burst of laughter from outside.
"Wang Ke'er, if there's no one inside, it'll be embarrassing!"
"Even if there is something, it would be embarrassing if he's not handsome. After all, Wayne is so handsome. Right, Wayne?"
"Don't joke around, Ke'er isn't that kind of person," a man said.
Before Wang Ke'er could open the door, Zhao Qiang opened it from the inside.
