Xia Qiao watched as Lin Yangbo left, looking despondent.
Once his figure completely vanished from sight.
She couldn't keep up the pretense any longer. Her legs gave way, and if not for Jiang Zirui supporting her, she would have collapsed to the ground.
"Sister Xia Qiao, are you okay?"
Jiang Zirui looked at her with some concern, his tone filled with care.
After all, over time, he had come to treat her like a real sister.
Xia Qiao forced a smile on her face, shook her head, and said, "I'm fine, but can you accompany me somewhere?"
"No problem."
…
Bar.
Since it was still noon, there were only a few scattered tables occupied in the bar.
Xia Qiao sat on a bar stool, downing an unknown number of glasses of whiskey.
"Sister Xia Qiao, don't drink so much." Jiang Zirui sighed and could only persuade her gently.
Hearing this, Xia Qiao chuckled, beckoned him over with a finger, "Little one, this bit of alcohol can't get me drunk, by the way, do you want to hear my story?"
