They had enough fun shopping in the evening until the end.
Murong Qiao, who was enduring Huo Yichen's surging kisses, could no longer care about Jiang Weiyang. She only reached out and grabbed the other party's collar to barely control herself from being rude because of his powerlessness.
The night gradually deepened. No matter how bustling the night street was, it was time to go home.
Huo Yichen drove Murong Qiao home in the car he had come in. He hugged her tightly and watched her disappear behind the door.
As soon as Murong Qiao returned home and pushed open the door, she met An Nuo's gossipy and excited gaze.
"As expected." An Nuo looked like she had expected this. "It's Huo Yichen who made you come back so late."
When Murong Qiao went to the night street, she had sent a message to An Nuo, but she only said that she would be back later.
