Jin Nian rarely drank alcohol, and after a few glasses of wine, she was already dizzy. She felt a little uncomfortable and waved her hand. "I feel like vomiting. I'll go back and sit for a while." Jiang Qingchi nodded and said nothing.
When they returned to their table, Tan Siyun grabbed Jin Nian's arm. "Have you talked to Jiang Qingchi about what that person said just now?"
Jin Nian had a splitting headache, "He said that the other party framed him."
Tan Siyun frowned slightly, "I feel like he's not in the right state. He seems to be hiding something from us." Jin Nian saw that Jiang Qingchi's phone was still on his chair. The screen lit up. Someone had sent him a text message. In order to avoid being disturbed when Jiang Qingchi was composing, his phone was always on silent mode. If anyone wanted to contact him, they could only contact his assistant first. Jin Nian listened to her mother's chatter and nodded from time to time.
