Lin Yue raced back to her room, straining to remember the events from the night before. Her throbbing head made everything about last night a blur. She vigorously tried to piece the memories together while also reaching for her phone to call Zhuo Xiangqiao, but although the phone rang on the other end, no one answered.
If Lin Yue still harbored any thoughts that Zhuo Xiangqiao might have stepped out due to some urgent matter, she now completely understood that Zhuo Xiangqiao hadn't been here since last night.
She racked her brain over what exactly had happened last night, how she had pinned Zhuo Xiangqiao down under the influence of alcohol, and the conversation they had all came flooding back to her. Suddenly, a realization flashed in her mind about the issue in their conversation, and she slapped her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. If it was indeed what she was thinking, then it was seriously troublesome.
