He Jing didn't even think before dialing Ding Yuwei's number.
It took a long time for the other end to pick up, and Ding Yuwei's voice came through the receiver, "Hello? Jingjing."
He Jing heard the noise on her end, "Where are you?"
"Me? I'm at the bar. Do you need something?"
Perhaps because it was so noisy there, Ding Yuwei spoke so loudly that it hurt He Jing's ears, making her frown and move the phone farther away in disgust.
"I'm feeling down, which bar are you at? I'll come to you," He Jing shouted deliberately as well.
"Oh, Meiye Bar, come over," came the reply.
After hanging up, He Jing got up, rummaged through the wardrobe to find a coat to wear, grabbed her bag, and left the room.
In the living room, He Jinjiu was already gone. The maid was cleaning up the mess, while He Juan was helping Liao Fang sit on the sofa, one handing out tissues, the other sobbing with her head down.
He Jing just glanced at them and walked out the door with her chin up.
