After a good night's sleep, when Mu Yan woke up the next morning, she felt a splitting headache, and the spot next to her was already empty.
She remembered getting drunk last night and also remembered that Jiang Jingheng was the one who picked her up.
She rubbed her head and sat up, noticing a glass of honey water on the table.
She picked it up; it was still warm, so it seemed he hadn't left long ago.
She took a sip of the honey water and finally regained a bit of taste in her dry mouth—sweetness.
Putting down the glass, she picked up her phone and saw a WeChat message from Jiang Jingheng.
"Remember to have breakfast when you get up."
She smiled slightly and immediately replied, "Got it, Mr. Jiang."
Afterwards, she made a call to Jiang Yun.
"Sister Jiang, I troubled you yesterday."
"Why be so polite, I wasn't the one who took you home."
Mu Yan's eyelid twitched—did she know about her relationship with Jiang Jingheng?
"Still, thank you."
