"He must be outside. He said he needed to take a call and handle some work matters." An Yin recalled what Bao Cheng mentioned earlier and repeated it.
Jiang Keke simply picked up the fruit platter and placed it on her own lap, sitting side by side with An Yin, grumbling as she hummed, "Every time he disappears, he uses work as an excuse, isn't he afraid I'll get tired of hearing it?"
The resentment in Jiang Keke's words was evident.
"He's just taking a call, he hasn't left after all." An Yin defended Bao Cheng.
"Ha... Yinyin, you don't understand him!"
As she said this, even though Jiang Keke was smiling, An Yin thought her smile was harder to look at than crying.
An Yin didn't say anything; Bao Cheng was someone she indeed didn't understand.
Outside the private room.
Shi Qing emerged from another private room, her clothes reeking of strong alcohol. She went straight to the public restroom in the hallway and repeatedly washed her hands with the slightly cool water.
