Both had been drinking that night, and as the alcohol kicked in, Su Ziceng felt nauseous from the unsettling tumult Hang Yishao had caused. She squatted beside the road, grimacing as she attempted to settle the unease in her stomach.
"Give me an answer," Hang Yishao watched Su Ziceng stop on the side, her small, shrinking figure resembled a little puppy, his tone softened, and he walked over to Su Ziceng's side.
"Say what?" Su Ziceng felt a bit better in her stomach, and just as she tried to stand up, she met Hang Yishao's eyes.
"What's going on between you and that Pello?" Hang Yishao asked in a low voice, revealing his true curiosity. It was only tonight that he sensed something was off.
"It's exactly what you imagine," Su Ziceng replied irritably, Hang Yishao's behavior tonight had disappointed her, acting like a child who had his toy taken away.
