Don't rush, take it slow.
Lai Qinghuan took a deep breath, her lips lifted in a smile, there was no one she couldn't win over.
It was just a matter of time.
On the way back to the Main Building, Song Yunchi spewed drunken gibberish the entire way, gripping Ye Han's collar, and bellowed, "You only dare to hit me! If you have the guts, hit Qiao Xiao'an, dare you?"
Ye Han pried his hands away, "Yunchi, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk..."
"Tell me, why did Jingxi hit you?"
"It's all because of Qiao Xiao'an..."
"What happened to Qiao An?"
Song Yunchi shook his head, unwilling to talk anymore, and slumped against the back of the chair, clamoring that he wanted to vomit.
Jingxi hit him, related to Qiao An?
"Yunchi, do you like Qiao An?" A very soft voice, tentatively asking.
Song Yunchi burped, "How could I possibly like her, ridiculous."
Ye Han's expression was inscrutable, he just rolled down the car window, allowing the slightly cool breeze to pour in from outside.
