In the evening, Qiao Zhiyi returned home and saw her brother Qiao Zhiyun on the sofa with his laptop, but she had no idea what he was doing.
"Zhiyun, did Ling Hao contact you?"
Qiao Zhiyun looked up at her, paused for a moment, quickly checked the time, and frantically closed his laptop, "I totally forgot, he made plans to go out for drinks."
"..." Qiao Zhiyi stared at her brother's flustered appearance and doubted whether he and Ling Hao were really good friends.
How could he forget something like this?
Qiao Zhiyun grabbed his coat, "Sis, I'm leaving."
He ran to the door then turned back to ask her, "Is your husband coming over tonight?"
"..." How would she know whether he was coming or not?
"Forget it, I'm going to sleep at Haozi's place tonight." Qiao Zhiyun hurriedly left.
Qiao Zhiyi hadn't finished speaking when the door was already closed.
She sighed helplessly, feeling a bit sorry for Ling Hao, but there was nothing she could do.
