After a while, Mo Chen returned to the office with a glass of orange juice in hand.
Qiao Ruoxin had also sobered up a lot, completely escaping the nightmare.
She took the orange juice and found that there were no ice cubes, just chilled.
"No ice?"
"Chilled."
She didn't say anything more and took a few sips, which noticeably improved her mood.
The man sat beside her, looking at her profile, "Calmed down?"
"Almost."
Qiao Ruoxin picked up her phone and took a glance. It was already past six in the evening. Had she really slept for that long?
"Going home?" Mo Chen asked in a deep voice.
She nodded, "Let's go home. Sleeping on the sofa for so long is uncomfortable, and my back aches."
Mo Chen's lips curved up slightly. He didn't say anything, just habitually picked up her shoes and helped her put them on.
She was wearing a pair of high heels today, which had rubbed her heels raw.
The man frowned, "You're not working today, so why wear high heels?"
"They look good."
"Ugly."
