Lin Yan was drunk, and Zhou Wenbin had accompanied her all the way to her doorstep. Standing outside the door, he asked with concern, "Are you sure you can manage? Should I call your friend? Have someone come and take care of you. Give me your friend's phone number, and I'll arrange for someone to pick her up."
Lin Yan shook her head, "I don't really have any friends. I have one good friend, but she's quite busy. I wouldn't want to bother her this late. I've already texted Chenyuan that I'm drunk. He'll come to take care of me. He should be on his way now."
Zhou Wenbin pursed his lips, then after a long moment, smiled and sighed, "Alright then, text me in the morning. I'll find a hotel nearby and get a room. If anything happens, call me right away."
Lin Yan's head ached terribly, and nausea was churning in her stomach; she was scared she might vomit at any moment.
