Bai Lian was somewhat incredulous.
She tilted her head and looked at him with a pair of big eyes.
"Let's go inside," Jiang Fulai stopped at the corner, looked toward the front yard, and slightly raised his right hand, somewhat like he was taking an oath, "I really won't scold you."
Only then did Bai Lian look away.
It meant she believed him.
**
It was eleven o'clock at night.
Bai Lian changed into a black outfit and left the house with her homework.
Backter Street's Qinglong Bar, oh.
Inside, the lights twinkled, and smoke filled the air at the peak of its liveliness.
After checking on Mao Kun, who was sobbing on the bed, Bai Lian calmly returned to the bar, seated herself on a high stool, lazily flipped open a practice book with one hand, and absentmindedly tapped the bar top with the other.
Xiaoqi brought out a desk lamp, plugged it in for her, turned on the light, and had someone prepare a drink with the lowest alcohol content for her.
