After finishing their coffee, Tang Luo and Jiang Hong went their separate ways back home.
"Sigh, who knows what the situation at home is like, maybe... maybe I shouldn't go back?"
Driving the car, Tang Luo couldn't stop fretting internally.
The only thing he wasn't afraid of was Han Ruobing giving him trouble.
Back when Han Ruobing had asked him if he lent the car to Han Yuxuan, he'd nearly thumped his chest guaranteeing he hadn't.
And what happened? He was slapped in the face, and it hurt!
But if he didn't go home, where would he go so late at night?
Surely he couldn't seriously go hunting for beauties in a bar?
He had been quite frustrated before, but after the goddess helped him out in the morning, the urge wasn't as great.
Thinking of the goddess, Tang Luo's eyes lit up. Why not go see An Lan?
She had said on the phone that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to sleep, hadn't she?
