"Alright," Yang Xiaoyan nodded, then said, "Then... I'll go out and wait for you."
"Yes!" Song Qiao'en smiled slightly and said, "You wait for me at the door."
"Okay!" Yang Xiaoyan immediately turned around and walked out.
As soon as Yang Xiaoyan left, Song Qiao'en took a sip of alcohol, attempting to bolster his courage with the drink. After the liquor entered his stomach, Song Qiao'en walked towards Chen Zihan. When he reached Chen Zihan's side, Song Qiao'en bent down and immediately smelled the faint fragrance on Chen Zihan's body, the comfortable scent almost intoxicating him. He actually forgot what he wanted to say.
Chen Zihan felt something was off and, frowning, asked, "Do you have something to tell me?"
"I do, I have something," Song Qiao'en quickly nodded, then said, "Xiaoyan asked me to find you; she wants to talk to you and hopes you can give her a chance."
"Where is she?" Chen Zihan looked around curiously. But Chen Zihan's figure was nowhere to be found.
