Take your coat and bag, put on your shoes.
A voice came from behind, "Where are you going?"
Song Jiaqi turned around abruptly and saw Ye Yang standing on the second-floor hallway, looking in her direction.
"Uh? Going home," she said matter-of-factly, "It's late, I should go back to rest, I have work tomorrow."
"You're going back this late?"
"What else?" Song Jiaqi looked a bit puzzled, "Do you think... I'm here for a sleepover? Of course not... I'm a woman, casually staying at a man's place, what's that like? Besides, this isn't just any ordinary place, it's not appropriate for me to stay."
"Alright, whether it's appropriate or not isn't just up to you now. Even if there are paparazzi outside, you've already been photographed this time, and it can't be explained away. So don't worry about it, there's a guest room here, you can stay the night."
