Wang Xueya's hotel was not far from Dongyang Technology. The two girls chattered all the way from the Crown all the way to the hotel, babbling like countless birds singing.
Qiao Dongyang, sitting in the passenger seat, lamented, "Women are made of words," as he felt a headache coming on. He really disliked drinking, but today everyone was happy, and he didn't want to dampen the mood, so he drank quite a bit.
After escorting Wang Xueya to the hotel and watching her go upstairs, Qiao Dongyang sighed in relief on Chi Yue's behalf.
"She can really talk. Her mouth seems like it just can't close!"
Chi Yue gave him a dismissive look and smoothed her hair, then suddenly leaned against his shoulder with a laugh and asked, "Husband, where shall we go now?"
"Aren't we going back to the office?"
Uh!
Chi Yue's eyes did a little spin.
"How about we grab a late-night snack?"
"..."
Qiao Dongyang laughed and cried, "Kid, you just left a banquet, don't tell me you didn't eat your fill?"
