Late at night.
Leh Ying had tucked the drunken Yi Jia into the rest room, covered her with a blanket, and Yi Jia clung to her not letting her leave, "What if I want to sleep with you."
Even clingier than Li Ting, she did not wrestle with a drunkard but placed the other's hand under the blanket.
She came out, closed the door behind her, and leaned on the railing of the second floor, browsing on her mobile phone.
Having not driven there today, she had to call for a white-glove driver to pick her up, and after notifying them, she continued to wait, scrolling through her phone.
She looked up to see Liang Wenye coming out from around the corner of the restroom, gently drying his hands with a tissue.
His lazy yawn diminished somewhat, "Are you leaving? I'll call a driver for you."
As she was about to speak, her phone buzzed.
"Front door"
Two words, clear and concise.
