Jiang Tan brushed away Zhou Yinghuai's hand, her expression indifferent, "I'm checking in on you, you'd better come clean."
Zhou Yinghuai probably did drink a bit too much. He didn't even care that Zhao Qi was still there and hugged Jiang Tan, asking in a low, husky voice, "How should I come clean?"
"Tell me, why did you drink?" Jiang Tan pushed the arms of Zhou Yinghuai, who was holding her, but failed to budge him. Seeing the amused look in Zhao Qi's eyes, she couldn't help but blush, "Let me go first, and let's talk properly!"
Zhou Yinghuai was obedient and really let go of Jiang Tan.
He looked straight at her, his eyes inquiring, "So if I answer you, will you let me hold you?"
Jiang Tan cleared her throat, indicating yes.
"I went to drink with your colleagues," Zhou Yinghuai said, and then embraced Jiang Tan again.
