"Make a call home?"
"What, are you really planning to bring this girl home with you later?"
Wang Jie silently nodded, then smiled faintly.
Upon seeing Wang Jie's tacit acknowledgment, both Han Qingya and Zhao Xueying's faces were instantly filled with anger and dissatisfaction.
This expression also left Wang Jie completely baffled, as if he had done something wrong.
When they arrived at the entrance of a restaurant, Zhao Xueying parked the car, and Wang Jie gently patted Li Yuanyuan's shoulder, trying to wake her up for dinner.
He called her for a long time without any response; she simply wouldn't wake up.
Unsure if she really couldn't be woken up or had passed out, Wang Jie suddenly felt a bit troubled. He touched her forehead, and there was no fever; she seemed perfectly normal.
Perhaps it was because her body was too tired.
