It's night time.
Tang Qing returned home.
Laying in bed, he inevitably thought of Wang Yan. Nothing happened at the dinner tonight; it was jovial and vibrant, some were expressing gratitude while others were venting spleen, but with drinks all misunderstandings were mended.
But Tang Qing saw that Wang Yan's eyes were very different, similar to when he was chasing her in university in his previous life. Moreover, her tone and behavior were different tonight, she was serving him with food and wine, everyone at the table noticed, some people even made fun of it, suggesting them to get together. To this, Tang Qing could only respond awkwardly.
Wang Yan, on the other hand, appeared quite composed.
Could it be that I am just that amazing?
Tang Qing thought in vanity.
Feeling dizzy.
Jesus.
His thoughts deviated even at this moment. He shouldn't be flaunting ego right now.
