At this point at the Wen Family's house, Ji Qingluan hadn't left yet. Zhou Yaxian and Wen Songyan then took Wen Shaoyuan's hand and went upstairs, leaving space for the two.
The living room suddenly felt empty. Wen Han noticed Ji Qingluan's gaze fixed on him, and then he stood up from the sofa:
"It's getting late, I'll drive you back."
Ji Qingluan didn't move. As Wen Han moved past her to grab his car keys, she suddenly grasped his hand. Wen Han paused momentarily, instinctively trying to break free, only to find that both of her hands were tightly clutching his. He was strong enough to break free, but he knew that doing so would hurt Ji Qingluan. So he didn't move, and he could only sigh helplessly:
"Qingluan, dinner didn't include alcohol, don't tell me you've had too much to drink."
Ji Qingluan chuckled lightly:
"What? Can't I talk to you if I haven't had a drink?"
Wen Han glanced at her hands:
"Let's go outside to talk."
