That night, Jiang Yixiu still managed to escape successfully, after all, dealing with someone like Song Song, who was soft and adorable like a Little Cutie... was quite simple for him.
He might not match Old Xiao with his cunning mind, but he wasn't too far off either!
Song Song looked at Huohuo, who was too drunk to walk, and could only sigh helplessly.
After struggling to get her onto the bed, Song Song herself almost collapsed to the ground.
Tomorrow was Monday, and she had a whole day of classes, so she needed to rest early.
The next day, as Song Song heard the alarm clock, she jumped out of bed immediately. Subconsciously, she looked at the spot beside her, but it was already empty.
"Huohuo, Huohuo, are you in the bathroom?"
"Huohuo..."
"..."
Song Song called out several times but got no reply. As she was about to get up and rush out of the room, she unexpectedly spotted a piece of paper on the bedside table.
