Tang Shu cocked her head, paused, and a flicker of confusion was followed by a guess in her heart.
"Tiantian?"
"Boss, you're awake. Would you like some breakfast?"
"Mmhmm."
Dressed in pajamas, Tang Shu stood at the kitchen doorway and looked over at her, "How did I get home last night?"
"It was Mr. Jing who carried you back, that..."
Yang Tiantian tentatively inquired, "Boss, don't you remember what happened last night?"
"I remember, there was a celebration party, got in the car, went home."
And incidentally, she even taught someone coveting her a little lesson.
"Then what?"
"Nothing else, why?"
Under Tang Shu's puzzled gaze, Yang Tiantian said with a strange expression, "Boss, last night you not only held Mr. Jing, but you also kissed him."
"..."
The arms Tang Shu had crossed over her chest slowly unfolded, and her placid expression instantly turned bizarre.
It seemed like ages passed before she asked, "Really?"
"True! I saw it with my own eyes!"
